Lory felt her eyes water against her will when she heard even Tom ganging up on her. Tom! Oh, she hoped he drowned! … No! She didn’t hope such a thing that she had just hoped! She knew he’d drown! Him, Simon, Luke, the whole lot of them for being so careless! Lory slapped her hands together and prayed:

“Dear Lord, forgive my cousins, for they are young and do not understand their actions.”

She was twelve.

Lory eyed Amy as she let her hands drop once more. She was so pretty. So dumb.

Her mother busied herself fretting over Matthew, who humored it with a long-suffering smile.