“Oh, you be quiet,” I tell Kate, putting my mittened fingers to my brows. “My eyelashes are gone, too, and he didn’t lick those. That would be weird. I burned them off all right. My whole face would have been one big blister except for the fact that Warrek had some really great cream—” “Oh lord!” Gail exclaims with a shake of her head. “Not like that. Face cream. Oh my god, you girls are nasty.” When they all laugh, I bluster on. “It was a burn cream, you big dingdongs. He rubbed it on my face—” “That’s what she said!” Kate howls.
