*Ada*
I’m curled up in a ball on my bed. I’m supposed to be napping, but my stomach hurts so bad. I haven’t puked, which is nice, but I feel sick. Perhaps the pancakes were a bad idea, or perhaps anything I eat will make me sick, and I have to deal with it.
Calvin knocks on the door and comes in with Katya in his arms. “What can I do?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. I just have to deal with it.”
He comes and sits on the bed, running his fingers through my hair. “I think anything is going to make you sick. Do you want some tea?”
I look up at him in horror. The thought of that abysmal tea makes me feel even sicker.
“Mint tea. Any tea. Not that one,” he smiles.
I want the tea, but Katya has fallen asleep against his chest, and I don’t want to wake her. “It’s fine. Maybe later
