I looked like a ballerina. But at the moment, I was wearing the dress to cook hot dogs. (pg.9)
I stabbed one of the hot dogs with a fork and bent over and offered it to him. (pg.9)
I felt a blaze of heat on my right side. I turned to see where it was coming from and realized my dress was on fire. (pg.9)
Mom ran out of the room and came back with one of the army surplus blankets In hated because the wool was so scratch. She threw the blanket around me to smother the flames. (pg.9)
Dad had gone off in the car, so mom grabbed me and my younger brother, Brian, and hurried over to the trailer next to ours. The women who lived there was hanging her laundry on the clothesline. She had clothespins in her mouth. Mom, in an unnaturally calm voice, explained what had happened and asked if we could please have a ride to the hospital.