“My tummy hurts,” Lily whispered.

“Where does it hurt?” I asked.

I pushed the wooden blocks aside and crawled over to her on the woven rug.

I placed my bare palm flat against her forehead.

Her skin felt cool and perfectly dry.

She didn’t have a fever.

“Right in the middle.” Lily pressed her small hand firmly against the front of her striped pajama shirt.

“Maybe I ate too many special pearls,” she said.