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through?
    Well, Sara could be a jerk, too.
    “ You can stay out there!” she yelled.
    Her voice echoed through the trees, fading and dying. Then…
    “ elll…”
    The sound was faint, coming from far ahead of them.
    “ Was that Martin?” Laneesha asked.
    Sara squinted, crinkling her nose. “I’m not sure. Could have been an animal.”
    “ Sounded like help. Know any animals that call for help?”
    “ Martin!” Sara shouted into the trees.
    There was no answer. Laneesha moved closer to Sara, so close Sara could feel the girl shivering.
    “ We should go back.”
    Sara shook her head. “What if it’s Martin? He could need help.”
    “ You the social worker. Y’all good at helping people. I’m a single mom. I gotta take care of myself for my baby’s sake. ‘Sides, probly just an animal.
    “ help…” The voice was still faint, but there was no mistaking it.
    Martin. And he didn’t sound angry. He sounded scared.
    Sara began to walk toward the voice. “You go back to camp,” she said to Laneesha. “Martin! I’m coming!”
    The trees were so thick Sara couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few steps. Even worse, the Maglite was getting dimmer. How far ahead could he be? Fifty yards? A hundred? The woods seemed to be closing in, swallowing her up. There was no orange ribbon anywhere.
    She stopped, trying to get her bearings. Sara couldn’t even be sure this was the right direction anymore.
    A rustling noise, to her left. Sara turned.
    “ Martin?”
    Then something bumped into Sara’s side, something strong enough to knock her onto her back. It scared Sara so bad she whimpered, feeling nine-years-old again, helpless and afraid.
    Whatever unknown thing had jumped her, it was now straddling her legs, wriggling and thrashing.
    And Sara had no idea what it was, couldn’t see it, because the flashlight had gone flying and winked out.
     
    When Cindy was a little girl, she wanted to be a princess. It was partly because princesses were pretty, and had nice clothes, and lived in huge castles. No one ever called Cindy pretty, and her clothes were all her parents could afford, which wasn’t much, and she lived in an apartment which was so small you could hear the toilet flush no matter what room you were in. So being pretty, with beautiful gowns, and a house with a hundred rooms, all sounded really good to a seven-year-old.
    Meeting a prince would be nice, too. But Cindy didn’t really have any interest in boys then, and in fact she was jealous that princes got to do cool stuff like fight dragons and rescue people. Cindy didn’t need someone to rescue her. She wanted to fight her own dragons, thank you very much.
    The biggest reason, the real reason, Cindy wanted to be a princess was because a princess would someday become queen. Queens ruled the country. They were the most powerful women in the world, even more powerful than the President, because there had never been a woman President, but there had been many queens.
    Cindy wanted to be a princess who grew up to be a queen so she could take care of herself. She wouldn’t have to worry if Daddy made enough money to buy her new clothes, because she would buy her own. She wouldn’t care that Mommy wasn’t there for her after school, because Queens could take care of themselves, and it didn’t matter if their mommies had to work nights.
    Yes, Cindy would settle for no less than princess, and then queen. She would be a good queen, too, and treat everyone fairly, and make sure everyone had enough food and toys and clothes and she would make working at nighttime against the law because it made people sleepy and mean.
    When she told Daddy, he said regular girls couldn’t be princesses, and they’d never be queen, because you had to be born that way. But it was okay to pretend. Sometimes, when you can’t get what you really want, the only thing left was to pretend.
     
    “ Where’s the bathroom?” Cindy stood up, sucked on her lower lip.
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