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that’s the truth.”
    â€œReally?” I say. “They were that bad? I checked each box twice against the list.” I know I was tired when I was doing it, but did I really screw up three boxes?
    Cook sighs and shakes her head. “I need some cheese grated.”
    I nod, but I have a rock in my stomach. This is not a good way to start the day.
    It gets worse. As well as grating the cheese, I grate my finger, and Tricia has to take over. When April comes in, I’m in a corner buttering toast.
    â€œThe guides will be coming in for breakfast soon.” Cook nods to the warming pans, so April and I start moving them into the staff dining room. I’m on my way back to the kitchen for another when there’s a big bang.
    â€œBailey!” April hollers from the staff room.
    I fly back. The floor is carpeted with scrambled eggs.
    â€œWhat happened?”
    She glares at me. “What do you think happened? You left the warming pan on the edge of the counter and it fell on the floor. Tell Cook we’re going to need more eggs. Then help me clean up this mess.”
    I want to protest. I didn’t leave the pan where it could topple over. Did I? But now I’m not sure, and there’s no time to argue, so I bite my tongue and do what April says.
    The day is doomed. Before the guests show up for breakfast, Gabe cruises through the dining room and spots a dirty coffee cup on one of my tables.
    â€œI know you don’t wash the dishes, Bailey,” he says, “but the tables are your responsibility. Imagine what a guest would think if he went to drink out of this.”
    It doesn’t get any better. During service, an entire table has to ask for napkins. Another has no cutlery. How can I be screwing up so much? It’s like my first week at the lodge all over again.
    I’m actually relieved when it’s time to clean cabins, especially when I find a four-leaf clover in the grass. I start at cabin one, and April starts with cabin eleven. She has the wagon, so I have to keep making trips back and forth to the washhouse to drop off soiled linen and get fresh stuff. It bugs me how April’s taken over my job, but I don’t say so. I don’t want her to tell Gabe I’m complaining.
    Finally, we’re done, and we have some time to ourselves before dinner. I go back to where I saw the witch. The ground is still all chewed up. I’m relieved. It proves what I saw last night was real. I want to tell April, but she isn’t exactly being friendly, so I decide to keep the witch to myself—for now, anyway.
    As the fishing boats start returning, I head back up to the lodge. I pour myself a glass of lemonade and take it out to the back deck. Before I’ve had even a sip, Winnie comes storming out of the washhouse.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re doing?” she demands.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” I look around guiltily, though I can’t think what I could have done wrong. “I’m sitting down?”
    â€œNot when there’s work to be done, you’re not,” she says. “Guests in cabin three don’t have any towels. You better be taking them some—right now—and make sure you apologize. Then you can take some toilet tissue to cabin four and say you’re sorry to them too. Is this how you do your work? Sitting down? Because if it is, you can sit yourself down on the next plane out of here.”
    â€œWinnie, I’m…I’m sorry,” I sputter. “Did I really forget to put towels and toilet tissue in the cabins?”
    â€œWould I be telling you if you hadn’t?” she hollers. “Don’t ask silly questions. Just fix it! And when you’re done, you can dust the lodge.”
    I deliver the towels and tissue and then head to the lodge with my duster. I’m in a fog. The day has been one disaster after another. It’s bad enough that I’m screwing up, but I don’t even realize