I shook my head, fairly annoyed, and went to my room to wake Andre.
Sasha let herself be bathed so easily that I soon forgot my bad mood and fear.
We decided bath first, then breakfast. Andre had fun with us—he also seemed a little more (falsely, I later noticed) cheerful; or maybe the distraction of helping me wash his sister pulled him for a while out of that state of absence and depression after the bad news from the day before. He was far too young to be depressed—none of it was fair to him, or to anyone. It made me feel better to see that a smile could still form on his lips, and that laughter could still come from his throat, even if it was subdued.
The baby was very comfortable in the warm water, though it was very shallow to avoid any unfortunate accidents, and she splashed arou
