Chapter Sixty Two
Irene flinched and she realized she was staring. Her eyes flashed, like the flick of a tail and she looked to discover that all of them were staring; mesmerized at the sight of Sissy and where she held her finger. Irene grabbed Erin and Melissa by the shoulders and steered them to the bare framework of poles. “Everyone back to work,” she ordered and watched the remaining girls come to heel. “Start to bring pine-boughs. I want to sleep in this thing tonight.”
The girls quickly got into the rhythm of the project, dragging the boughs to where Irene could overlap them and wire the stalks to the overhead. Irene wasn’t satisfied until the roof was over two-feet thick, enough to keep out the rain, she thought. And the heat inside. Okay, so it looked like a heap of garden refus
