When you got home from the cabin, you sat up on the coffee table to show me where you’d hurt your knee. You told me it was a bruise.

“I can’t see any bruises,” I said, “but you have a little scratch here.”

“Yes. But when I go to sleep, I will wake up and it will be hilled.”

“That’s right,” I said. “When you rest your body, your scratch will start to heal and it will be gone in a couple of days.”

“And then I won’t have a scrat anymore on my knee.”