So she lit it. It was almost comical how seriously she took the task. Like it was some ancient ritual and had to be performed just right. Telling her ...t was just a bonfire didn’t help. It was special and she worked herself up into a bundle of nerves about it. I didn’t help matters. It was no big deal — throw a match at a bunch of dry wood and let it burn. But she agonised. She watched the weather and made sure she knew which way the wind was likely to blow so she could start it on the sheltered. “Where are you guys heading for the rest of your trip?” he asked. “We’re going to a bunch of National parks,” she said, “and then we’re finishing in Seattle.” He kept asking her about the trip and she started feeling slightly less uncomfortable. Jenn was chatting with the other two people in the room. She had found out that that Lisa and Gabe were engaged. They were joking and having fun. “Hey girls,’ Mark said, “Well, if you guys want to you can stay here tonight, so you don’t have to. ” I looked at the dates again and realised the girl had only been fifteen when she died. “What happened?” “I killed her.” I lost my balance and staggered back. “I’m sorry, what?” He turned to face me and forced a weak smile. “No, I don’t mean I murdered her, but it feels like it though.” “What do you mean?” “I told my parents I couldn’t babysit, so they left her at home on her own and she got into some trouble. Took an overdose.” He stood and started to walk away from me. My heart leapt into my. He released a sigh of relief when he walked in the door."Yes?" Rosa called out from the back room of the house. Jeremy had never been back there."It's me, Manuel," Jeremy called out and he walked to the back.Rosa was sitting behind a large worktable with framing on top. Inside the frame were pieces of broken tile and wet clumps of cement. Rosa was constructing a tabletop, like the one in the kitchen. Around the room were boxes upon boxes of different tiles, whole and broken."You didn't work.