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possessed.”
    Something here was possessed, but I didn’t think it was the trees. “Just … stay calm and push yourself away from the trees.”
    “You stay calm,” Thistle shot back.
    “I am calm.”
    “Then work yourself up,” Thistle said. “I could be trapped under this tree forever if you don’t help me.”
    Every time I think the girls hit a new level of drama they manage to climb another rung on the teenage theater ladder. “Really? You think you’re going to be trapped there forever?”
    “You’re starting to really bug me,” Thistle growled.
    “Join the club.”
    “You’re dead to me!”
    I couldn’t help but smile. Marnie, Twila and I often said the same words to each other. The girls picked up the saying at a young age. It was actually a weird term of endearment. “You can free yourself, Thistle,” I said, forcing myself to remain calm. “If I come over there I’m only going to make things worse.”
    “They can’t get much worse.”
    Bay, always an expert kayaker, was at the end of her rope. “Oh, good grief,” she said, floating forward. “You’re being a pain.”
    “You’re being a pain,” Thistle said. “Get me out of here!”
    “What do you think I’m trying to do?”
    “Give me an ulcer.”
    Bay used her paddle to try to dislodge Thistle’s kayak from beneath the branches. The sound of laughter behind us caught my attention, and I glanced over my shoulder to find Rosemary and Lila floating lazily a few feet away.
    “Oh, nice,” Lila said. “Good job, Thistle.”
    “Why are you guys over here?” I asked. “You’re supposed to be with Aunt Tillie.”
    “I’m not staying with her,” Lila said. “She’s being mean to me.”
    “Mean to you?”
    “She is,” Rosemary said, her eyes wide. “She keeps muttering stuff under her breath and I swear she’s planning to do something awful to Lila. My Grammy told me that Aunt Tillie is an evil person, and I believe her.”
    “Aunt Tillie is not evil,” I said. “She’s a very good woman. Your Grammy is … just trying to turn you against us.” That was probably not the best thing to say given the circumstances. I couldn’t help myself.
    “My Grammy is a great woman,” Rosemary insisted.
    “I’m sure she is,” I said. She was a lousy aunt. “I understand she’s been very good to you. I hear she spends a lot of time with you.”
    “And you’re jealous because your daughter doesn’t have a grandmother to spend time with,” Rosemary said. “My Grammy told me that, too.”
    Bay shifted her head in Rosemary’s direction. “I have a grandmother,” she said. “Aunt Tillie is my grandmother.”
    “I’m not old enough to be a grandmother,” Aunt Tillie said, floating into view behind Lila and Rosemary. “Thank you for the sentiment, though.” She flashed a bright smile in Bay’s direction, something unspoken passing between them. “Just because I’m not your grandmother, though, that doesn’t mean we don’t have fun together.”
    “See, you don’t have a grandmother,” Rosemary said. “Your grandmother died before you were even born.”
    “Thanks for the update,” Bay snapped.
    “My Grammy says that you would be better people if your grandmother had lived.” Rosemary refused to stop talking. “She says allowing Aunt Tillie to take over and finish raising your mothers made them evil.”
    “Your Grammy says a lot,” I said. “In fact, I think your Grammy says too much.”
    “She always did,” Aunt Tillie said.
    “My Grammy only tells the truth,” Rosemary said. “She says you’re all evil.”
    “They are,” Lila said. “They’re evil and … weird.”
    Something crackled in the air and the atmosphere warmed. Magic! I swiveled quickly, fixing Aunt Tillie with a hard stare. I had no idea what she was doing, but it couldn’t be good. Instead of the wrinkled nose that usually accompanied Aunt Tillie’s spells, though, her face was blank. She wasn’t looking at Lila and Rosemary. She