By Rohit Sawant
Stopping near her mother’s elbow, Susie thrust the drawing in her face.
“Oh, that’s great honey!” her mommy said, looking at the drawing and held it out to her daddy so he could appreciate it, too.
Her daddy praised it similarly, but Susie didn’t hear. Her gaze was fixed on the glossy black sheet on the table over which they’d been hunched, talking in whispers, when she came in. It was the size of her drawing paper. She asked what it was.
“That,” her daddy said, “is a special picture of mommy the doctor took to find out what’s making her sick.”