Lasagna therapy? I mean, what’s next? Maybe I’ll take a tomato sauce bath.

I shuddered at the thought. I had been wondering around the shack for a few minutes before ending up at my room again.

My bed looked awfully comforting; I took a shower, changed into my pyjamas, and slipped into bed.

You know that feeling you get in your mouth when you have the flu? That kind of ‘yuck-ick’ feeling that makes you want to just lie down and sleep the day away?

Yeah, well, that’s what I was experiencing.

My eyes were just about to slide shut when my door swung open.

I groaned inwardly, expecting another one of Lin’s spoon monologues or a sport-threat from Cricket.

I sighed in relief when I saw it was Mama Rizzo.

“Ah, bella!” she said, sitting on the edge of my bed, “you don’t look very…good.”

“I don’t feel good, Mama Rizzo,” I told her, turning on my side.

She laid an expert hand on my forehead, and I jerked at her cool touch.

“Mama mia! You are burning up, child!”

Great. Just what I needed…