“No.”
“Diarrhea? Do you feel like vomiting?”
“No, just my stomach hurts. I’m okay.”
I sit on the edge of her bed and lightly squeeze her shoulder. “So, this has nothing to do with the fact your mom is coming?”
“She wants me to call her Simona,” she says. “And I don’t want to go with her. She always takes me to a mall. It’s boring.”
“Well, can you ask her to take you to the park? Or to see some movie? How about that?”
“She hates parks because I get dirty. And she says she doesn’t like movies because her eyes hurt. I want to stay here.”
“You’ll be bored here, too.”
“I won’t. I can call Clara. She said she’ll bring Tomas next time she comes.”
“Who’s Tomas?”
“Her cat. He has a little leash so we can walk him around the garden. And Grace will make us sandwiches.”
“Did you tell your d
