Forty-Eight Hours
She was interviewed once, in the April, at a children’s advocacy centre by a trained forensic interviewer, with a detective and a prosecutor watching from another room and a child life specialist in the building, and it lasted fifty-one minutes and I was not in it.
I read the transcript once, in the May, and I have not read it since.
I am going to give three lines of it and no more.
On the medicine, which was given to her as syrup and told to her as vitamins:
It tasted like the bubblegum one.
Papi said it was because I kept getting the tired sickness.
The tired sickness. She had a name for it.