This beautiful boy?
Felled by the flu: he is a limp, feverish, bundle of projectile vomiting. The school returned him to his mother that way, a couple of hours early.
So instead of the rich, nuanced reflection on mortality that's in the hopper, the Matron has only a nod to what happens while we're pondering the meaning of life: its details. Which include sick nine-year old boys. Yours truly must also note a pattern here. The beginning or end of each semester, without fail, brings disaster.
Here are some bona fide real life examples: lice, appendicitis, flu, major psychological breakdown for a child, and strep throat. These are inter-changeable and pretty much a guarantee.
But doesn't he look sharp with that killer haircut?
