of the woodpecker family. And the red hood. Both the male and female are colorful, and both hatch the eggs and feed the young.â
âVery modern,â Margo sniped. âMommy and Daddy both parent. The baby peckers will be so well adjusted.â
âIâm telling Mother on you.â Erin glared at her older sister. âThereâs no reason to be ugly to Mimi. Sheâs only trying to teach us.â
âI donât want to learn this shit. I want to be a lawyer. Who cares about woodpeckers?â
âItâs okay.â I didnât want the other children reporting that I couldnât control Margo. I faced her. âI donât appreciate your conduct, Margo.â
âOh, Iâm not perfect like Annie. Too bad.â
âIâm going to tell Daddy now,â Erin threatened.
âTattle-tale.â Margo curled a lip.
Erin was about to step forward when Donald pushed her aside, sending her stumbling backward and sprawling into me. I caught her. âHey!â
He stopped us all and pointed. A huge brown snake coiled on a limb right at head level. Had Erin gone a step farther, the snake could have bitten her right between the eyes. From the musky odor, I knew it was a moccasin.
âIâve had enough of this Mutual of Omaha wilderness shit.â Margo turned back down the trail. âThese woods creep me out. Iâm going home.â
âIâd be careful, Margo. Someone is waiting down the trail. Heâs been watching us for a while.â Annie pointed down the path.
âSomeone is watching us,â Erin grabbed my arm and pointed where Annie pointed.
I tore my gaze from the snake to look to the west. The woods were close, the lighting poor. But I saw something. A shadow moving among the darker shadows of the woods.
âItâs a deer or a stray dog.â I couldnât allow the children to feel the surge of irrational panic that gripped me. Donald pressed against my side.
âItâs the girl. Sheâs watching us all.â He clutched at my shirttail. âSheâs hiding in those bushes.â
For one moment we all stood rooted to the spot. âWhat a bunch of horseshit. Iâm outta here.â Margo pushed Annie out of her path.
âWe will stay together, Margo. Weâre all leaving, but weâll go as a group.â My voice had a quiver and I couldnât help it. Maybe the earlier talk of ghosts had unnerved me, but I felt a keen sense of danger. Tucked deep in the shadows, I saw something shifting.
âIâm not afraid.â Margo started down the trail. âYouâre on your own. I hope the bogeyman doesnât get you.â
âThere is someone there.â Annie was calm. âDonât be foolish, Margo. We can all go home together. Itâs safer.â
âIâll take care of myself and you take care of you,â Margo said, plowing ahead. She disappeared around a bend in the path.
âWhat are we going to do?â Erin was truly frightened, and so was Donald.
âWeâre going home. We just spooked ourselves, thatâs all. It was just the wind moving the tree limbs.â While I spoke boldly, I couldnât resist looking back at the place Iâd seen the shadow moving. There was nothing there except an old hackberry bush and a dogwood, the blooms long since fallen. âJust a shadow. Letâs go home.â
âLet me gather a few flowers,â Annie said. She ducked beneath the snake without hesitation. Donald started to go after her, but I grabbed him and pulled him back. My authority might not sway Annie to common sense, but I could protect Donald.
In a moment she was back with a cluster of exotic blooms in her hand.
âIâm not waiting!â Margo called from far ahead. She was out of sight.
âWhy arenât there perfume factories here?â Annie asked. âWere they built and destroyed?â
âI donât know.â And