Today is Sunday.
Andrew shook his head but his mother didn’t notice. She asked Andrew not move and told him that she was going into the kitchen to phone and she would be right back. Andrew rolled around, moaning. Mrs. Marcus came back to her bedroom in a hurry. She called out that she had just seen that mess in the kitchen and then asked if he had nor hadn’t made something and eaten it. Oh, he forgot to clean up. Now she knew. Well, he didn’t care. His stomach was killing him. Mrs. Marcus said that she was really surprised, because Mrs. Burrows had offered him milk and cookies but he had refused and then he had come home and made himself an … she-don’t-know-what and scared her half to death thinking he had had appendicitis. She then said she had always thought that he had been more sensible and she couldn’t believe it. Andrew closed his eyes. Mrs. Marcus asked him to go to bed now. Andrew thought that was the best idea he’d heard in a long time. Mrs. Marcus gave him two spoonfuls of pink stuff that tasted like peppermint. Then she tucked him into bed.
