In the car, about halfway home, I started to feel hot. “Did the air conditioning break?” I asked.
“I feel fine,” Gideon said, “But I’ll check.”
As he leaned forward to speak to the driver through the partition, the kids looked at me from the seat opposing the one Gideon and I were sitting on. They were riding forwards, while we were backwards.
“You look red, Mommy,” Leo said.
“No, she doesn’t,” Nova countered. “She looks pale.”
I was starting to sweat. My clothes, and especially the pendant were starting to feel slimy against my skin. It felt gross, and the necklace was starting to actually choke me now, so I reached behind my neck and unclasped it. It fell down into my lap, where I left it to rest, comfortable I wouldn’t lose it there while I tried to feel better.
“Are you carsick?”
