CHAPTER 16
Pip woke up from his nap crying. No, that wasn’t the right word for it. Shrieking.
Kimmie had never heard any human make sounds like that, not in her entire life. She’d been heating up the last of the chili to get ready for dinner when she heard the shrill screams. Running to Pip’s room, she braced herself for something terrible. His clothes were engulfed in flames. Chuck was stabbing him with the knife he’d used to butcher moose back in the days before he grew too lazy to go hunting.
But no. Chuck wasn’t there, and as Kimmie knelt on the floor by the mattress, she couldn’t see anything wrong. “What is it, Buster?” she asked, but Pip only continued to scream as if his intestines had caught fire. She examined his body, looking for injury, trying to guess where he hurt. Could i
