At five past three in the morning, Olivia started crying.
“She’s crying,” said Annabel.
“I know,” said Jim.
“She doesn’t normally cry at this time.”
“She might stop in a minute.”
“It’s a different cry. She sounds in pain. Perhaps she’s got a stomach-ache.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I could give her some medicine.”
“Okay, why don’t you do that then?”
As soon as Annabel switched the light on, they could see that Olivia was red. She picked her up at once, and Olivia calmed down.
“There, she only wanted to be picked up,” said Jim, going to find the medicine.
Annabel didn’t reply. She just walked backwards and forwards with Olivia, singing her a lullaby.
“Here you go,” said Jim. “I’ll let you give it to her.”
“Hold her,” said Annabel.
Jim walked up and down with Olivia, humming
