At some point Pastor O. said to Mama, "Your girls seem to be good companions for her. They seem to be just what she needs."
"What she needs," Dodi told me, "are chalky stomach chews, a bowl of chicken broth, and grape-flavored syrup."
Lillian ran in and out of the waves, and her hair followed her like a yellow cloud.
In a giant bed with Lillian that night, we looked through a canopy of tulle.
"It looks like foam," Dodi said.
"It’s for the bugs," Lillian explained.