The moon was shining furiously when they came home after their Treasure Walk. They giggled their way upstairs, shushing each other for no reason but the enjoyment of making long shhh sounds. They were both in high spirits from their company and the joy they found in each other.
Holy cow, Regan! It’s freezing in here! Emmeline exclaimed when she entered the living room.
Regan hurried to put the planks back in front of the windows again.
Can you still smell petrol? she asked, sniffing carefully.
Emmeline looked at her.
Petrol? she repeated as if she didn’t believe it. She went into the kitchen to look at the mess in it.
You soaked the kitchen table in petrol?
I wanted to set fire to it, but then I was interrupted by a voice. Didn’t I tell you?
Yes, you did, but I thought some cooking
