Chapter 3“No. No, I’m hungry. No.”
“What?” Noah mumbled without opening his eyes.
“No, I’m hungry. My belly is hungry.”
Noah cracked an eye open to see Lily’s face was maybe an inch from his. “Your belly is hungry?”
“I’m very hungry, No.”
Noah opened both eyes and sat up. Lily was looking up at him with wide eyes, as though she had pinned all her hopes to him. Her hair was a mess of tangled curls, and she was clutching what seemed to be a stuffed animal in one hand. Her cheeks were a natural rosy color, and she didn’t seem to have an earache anymore.
“Well, what do you usually eat for breakfast?” Noah asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Waffles.”
“Your dad makes you waffles every morning?”
“Yes.”
Noah glanced at the clock on the VCR. It was just after six. “I don’t know how to
