A Rock for Lunch
Sparkle Girl was feeling so poorly that she was in bed with the covers pulled all the way up in the middle of the day.
I was heading out so I asked her whether she would like for me to bring her anything special to eat when I came back.
No, she said, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted.
Well, in that case, I said, I would just bring her a rock.
“That’s fine,” she said. “I’m not very hungry anyway.”
