This was not a mess that June wanted to get involved in. In fact, the whole semi-argument was making her nervous and uncomfortable. Any time there was conflict she wanted to run and hide. But Kitty was her elder, her teacher, and the one person June trusted above anyone else. If she was asking her to do something, she was going to do it without question.
"You're not my uncle," she said quietly, obviously feeling very ill at ease in the room. "And I'm eleven. I don't play with dolls anymore." Which was a total lie. She had a doll in her room on her bed. It was the only thing she still had of her old life. Not that her old life had been anything close to great, but it was something important to her.
She moved to stand behind the pool somewhat between it and the window. With concentration on her face, June lifted her hands. Her fingers rolled upward like a ballerina and the water both in the pool and on the carpet rose at her command. She turned on her heel and moved both of her hands through the air as though pushing the cold breeze away. The water moved in accordance and flew out the window. Now the pool was completely dry, as was the carpet. Wade and Tabby would be totally dry as well. With no expression on her face, the little girl went back to her seat and began to pack up her art supplies.