As Cassandra’s belly grew increasingly fuller, her mood worsened. For one brief moment her cares and worries had drifted away with the joyful chatter surrounding her and the temptation of plentiful, delicious food, but even Simon being more solicitous than ever before couldn’t keep her mind off the big question in her head; Where could her mother be at that very moment and could she ever find her?
Sensing the subtle change in Cassandra, Simon asked, “Is there anything I can do to make you happy again?”
Startled, Cassandra quickly forced a smile. “I am happy. I’m smiling…see?” she said.
He shook his head and pointed at her lips. “You’re only smiling here,” he said, then pointed at her heart. “But you’re not smiling here where it counts.”
She made a face. “I keep forgetting how perceptive you are,” she grumbled.