In Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy, there’s this stuff called Dust. It’s made of an elementary particle that is far more attracted to adults than to children.
It turns out we have the opposite in our world. It’s called Germs.
Yes, Liza is sick again. She’s managed to catch some illness from the maelstrom of them that swirl around her. We spent last night in the rocker with her, Vicks be damned, and this morning she has a cough and no sense of equilibrium. I shouldn’t laugh at how she can’t stay sitting and instead falls over, but that’s clearly going to be the highlight of my day.