Patawanyme gazed over the edge of the pipe as she inhaled the sweet smelling smoke. Around her sat the others, who seemed to wait for their turn. Barry thought he caught a glint of recognition in their eyes, but again it might have been the now blackening smoke.
  Something about Patawanyme's manner seemed out of place, as if she were pretending or making up these movements as she went along. Occasionally, she'd glance uneasily over to Barry or to where he brother had run off.
  "Look into the fire," she commanded.