Ethan became uncomfortable, she rushed in.
Every time life offered him a lesson in enduring inconvenience, Sylvia often removed the inconvenience before the lesson could arrive.
Then June got sick.
Her fever started on a Thursday.
At first, it was 99.8.
Her pediatrician told me to monitor it and call if it passed 101.
By six that evening, it was 101.4.
I called.
Tylenol.
Monitor.
Call again at 102.
At ten that night, the thermometer read 102.3.
More Tylenol.
More watching.
At one in the morning, June’s
