seen in years.â
âThanks,â Annie said, shouldering past. She didnât wait for me, just walked through the barn doors. I followed. Annie headed for the murky lake.
If sheâs going to kill me and throw the body in, I guess that would be the best place to hide it
, I thought, snorting.
âWhat?â She stopped and sneaked a look at me.
I told her what Iâd been thinking, and she laughed, too. âI wonât kill you. Even though you might deserve it.â
We sat on the edge of a shaky wooden platform that was mired in the mud at one end of the lake and watched the dragonflies and wasps buzz over the top of the water and duckweed for a while.
Then Annie spoke. âWhy did you come here?â
âTo rescue you from yarn art,â I said at last. âAnd to say Iâm sorry. I didnât mean what I said.â
Annie held up a hand. âItâs okay. I thought about it, and I get what you meant. Itâs the same reason I went to the valley anyway.â She smiled a little, staring at the lake. âThe first time I saw you there, at Serendipity Pool, I was so mad. I thought I was the first person in the world to find that spot.â
âSerendipity Pool?â
âYeah,â she said, taking the end of the yarn on her project and unwinding it slowly. She grabbed a flower and tied it to the loose end of the yarn, then lowered it toward the water, unrolling yarn like it was fishing line. âWhat do you think? Serendipity Pool? Or maybe Effervescent Springs?â
âWhy name it?â
Annie shrugged. âI donât know, it makes it more real. Anyway, Iâve been reading through my list of favorite words, and those are some of the top ones.â
âYour list of favorite words?â I smiled. Trust Annie to have something like that.
âYes.â She twitched the yarn so the flower on the end made small ripples. âIâve always loved difficult words, especiaââ
âI figured that much,â I interrupted. âI canât tell what youâre saying half the time.â
âIf you please?â She waited to see if I was finished, like a teacher. I stuck my tongue out at her.
âFine. Iâve always loved words, especially beautiful ones. Mellifluous words. Actually,
mellifluous
is one of my favorites.â
âWhat does it mean?â
âSweet-sounding. Try itâsay it. Doesnât it actually sound sweet on your tongue, like a piece of taffy or something?â We sat there, saying the word
mellifluous
under our breaths for a few seconds. I felt sort of stupid doing it, but no one else was around. And she was right. It almost tasted sweet.
âTry
sumptuous
,â Annie said, âor
susurrus
. Or my new favorite, since I came to camp:
lachrymose
.â
âLachrymose?â I knew that oneâit had been on a spelling test the year before. It meant something that caused tears. âAre the other campers being mean?â
âYes. Well, no,â Annie said softly. âNot really. Iâm just not exactly a people person these days. They think Iâm weird, of course. I have to rest a lot, and the counselors told the other kids about my leukemia. My mom made a scene this morning. She has separation issues.â
âThat stinks.â I asked the question Iâd been wondering. âSo, this isnât really Make-A-Wish camp, right?â
âNo,â Annie said. âItâs not. You only get one real wish. I got my wish granted when I was eight after I went into remissionâthat trip to New York I told you about. It was supposed to be this big celebration. Yahoo, I survived. So I went to every museum I could find. I saw a lot of amazing art up there. Real art.â
âThey wonât give you another tripâanother wish? Not even . . . now?â That didnât seem fair.
âNah,â Annie said, standing up and reeling the yarn back