She made a small mound of soil and used the flat of her hand to smooth it.

Then Brenda emerged and said something the camera couldn’t capture.

My daughter stood up at once.

Brenda pointed toward the house.

Hailey shook her head.

Brenda reached for the hose.

I watched the water strike the patio near Hailey’s feet, then move toward her.

My daughter backed up and tried to shield her face.