“What are you doing with a hammer this time of night, Flower?” asked Deborah. She watched as Flower tried to scrape the nails together into a pile and put back into the box she spilled.
“My uncle and I were doing a project together,” she said.
Deborah’s pee muscles tried to release, but she had already emptied her bladder into her diaper.
“Well I may as well tell you,” said Flower. “That forest they were going to cut down. Well, my uncle and I and another friend put nails in the trees to keep them safe from the loggers.”
“You what?” asked Bridget. She got out of her bed and walked straight up to Flower and pushed her against her bed. “You know that when the loggers cut down the trees that their chainsaw blades will break?”
