warm from the oven. “I saw Maureen when I was eating the cake,” she said. I could hear her looking at me. “I thought she’d go to that party with you, but she didn’t. She stayed at the fair.” The brownie tasted like dust in my mouth. “What’d you see her doing?” “She went to the ring toss booth, too. She disappeared in the back, just like Brenda did.” I tried swallowing the chalky brownie, but I didn’t have enough spit. “Junie, what did the ring toss guy look like?” “Like Abe Lincoln, but not as old.”
