Olivia was laying on the floor, her eyes glued to the television. She looked peaceful but the sweat at her brow and her whimpers told us how uncomfortable she really was.
“Think she’d drink more apple juice?” Scott asked, “Is it even working?”
I ran my hand over her pale tummy. I massaged it and noticed her stomach had the sticky and spongy feel of an unfrosted cupcake. “It should be. She’s been drinking juice since this afternoon...”
Olivia looked up at me. “Momma...tummy...” and she pointed to where my hand sat. I cringed. She kept getting stopped up like this.
“I’m going to run to the store to get some drugs. She can’t go to school if she’s still this way tomorrow...”
Scott ran his fingers through her sandy hair coming the tangles out, which made it look like crooked branches were encircling her head. “I just wish she didn’t get stopped up like this, poor thing.”
I picked up my purse. “The drugs will work right away. Anything else I should get?”
“P-o-p-s-i-c-l-e...” Scott said sotto voce while the cheerful cartoon music chimed on in the background. I nodded in agreement and walked out into the garage.
