"Oh, I think she'll be fine," Crystal said. "Any
fever?"
"No," she said quickly.
Too quickly, I thought. Patsy's eyes filled with
that gleam of suspicion again as she looked from
Raven to me and back to Crystal.
"How do you know?"
"We have a thermometer," Crystal said. "We
took along a small first-aid kit when we left on our
trip," she added.
"You mean Brooke didn't just buy one?" she
asked with a smile. "I heard you drive off," she said to
me.
"No, I just sent her for some Tylenol," Crystal
replied.
"I have that. You should have asked. In fact, we
have some in the restaurant under the counter." She
stood there a moment longer. I thought she was going
to ask to examine Butterfly, but she just said, "Okay,
girls. Rest up. Tonight's a big night. Call me if you
need me," she added.
I flashed a smile and Crystal thanked her. We
watched her walk toward the trailer and then Crystal
closed the door softly.
"I hate lying," she said. "Making up our past is
fun, like story-telling, but sometimes I hate being
deceitful."
"You had to do it, Crystal," I comforted. "I just hope she doesn't get suspicious," Raven
said, shaking her head.
"I'm sorry I'm sick," Butterfly cried. We all