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JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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so you couldn’t stand your own stink, to have sand in
every fold of skin and gritty between your teeth.
Somehow, he didn’t think the spoiled girl would
take even three days of sponge baths and half-cooked
food stoically.
“I get the first bath,” Amy declared, staring a challenge
at the others.
Dieter pulled off his wool hat and shook his head like
a wet dog. “We just had baths. Why do you want to take
another one?”
“Because I’m cold,” she snapped, and stomped off.
“Why’s she so upset?” Hopper asked in apparently
genuine puzzlement.
Nobody leaped to explain. The teacher was too
tactful to say, Because she didn’t get her way. The others
were either indifferent or perplexed as well.
“Maybe she’s just having a delayed reaction to the
fact that yesterday was pretty scary,” Fiona said.
“But we’re okay,” one of the other girls protested.
“Some people are more resilient than others. It’s also
possible that getting stranded this way reminds Amy of
something that happened to her in the past. We all have
different fears.”
John shook his head. Damn, she was good. He
wondered if she believed a word she was saying.
“Now,” she said, more briskly, “let’s get everything
that’s wet laid out in front of the fire to dry. Neatly,” she
added, when one of the boys dumped socks and gloves
in a heap. “Then the lunch crew can get started.
Ah…who did I assign?”
“You!” they all chorused in glee.