I registered it and did nothing with it.

January. Two stomachaches in one week, both on Saturday mornings, both resolving completely by eleven o’clock.

I took her to the pediatrician, who found nothing and asked, in passing, whether there was anything going on at home, and I said we were planning a wedding, and the pediatrician said “ah” and wrote something down and I did not ask what.

February. Hannah asked me whether she would still be able to come on the trip to Utah.

It was our trip; we had done it every year since Rebecca died.

I said of course, why on earth would you ask, and she said no reason.