“The no-see-ums are out. Like mosquitos, but more insistent. We’re out of the lemon-eucalyptus spray Aesop makes and I need to remind him to make more.Tibo is crouched low to the ground, holding a lighter to a chunk of newspaper that’s been doused in cooking oil. It catches on the edge, the flame slowly crawling across, and he places it into the circle of stones on a bed of kindling. He picks up a twig and pushes the newspaper in the center so the whole thing will catch.He stands and returns to ...the circle, taking hands between Cannabelle and Gideon. The entire camp is here—I think the entire camp is here—standing in one large circle around the fire sputtering and coming to life, flames licking the dead wood.I step into the shadows, sit up on a picnic table. Tibo looks at me for a couple of moments, expecting something, like today was going to be different from every other day, but it’s not. I settle into my spot, comfortably away from the circle.A dark cloud is cast over everyone.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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