Trudy slept through the night. By the time she woke up her fever had broken.

"I feel better," she said, "Can we go swimming today?"

"Of course," Dwight said, "Get your swimsuit on."

Trudy put on her swimsuit. She ran back out.

"Slow down honey," Marsha said, "I don't want you tripping and hurting yourself!"

Trudy slowed down like she was asked to. Unfortunately, she fell because she was still going a little too fast. She was bleeding. Dwight and Marsha ran over to her.

"I HATE HAVING AKEMIA," Trudy said angrily.

They stopped the bleeding.

"I know you do honey," Dwight said as Marsha stroked her hair, "Leukemia is no fun."

"Why did I get sick," Trudy asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Not at all," Dwight reassured Trudy, "Even if you had done something wrong, getting Leukemia is not an appropriate punishment-"

"What does punishment mean," Trudy asked.

Dwight and Marsha looked at each other.

"Some people think when someone does something wrong they should have to suffer for it in some way," Marsha explained, "They sometimes use something called time out. There are a lot of different ways to do it."

"Don't they love their children," Trudy asked.

"Of course," Dwight said stroking Trudy's hair, "But they were brought up like that."

"Were you bought up like that," Trudy asked.

"Well, we were," Marsha replied, "But we do better."

Marsha could remember an instance where she and Dwight were on a class trip to Washington DC. They tried to sneak into the White House on a dare. They got suspended from school and grounded from going to prom. Three months after graduation they got married and a year later Trudy was born.

"Come on," Dwight said, "Let's go in the pool."

Trudy jumped up and started to run to the pool. Dwight took her hand to slow her down.

"Sorry Daddy," Trudy said.

"You did nothing wrong," Dwight replied, "We just can't have you falling again."

Trudy started to go to the diving board to jump in.

"Let's use the slide instead," Marsha suggested after putting on Trudy's water wings.

Trudy went on the slide. She swam to the shallow end of the pool. She played in the water for awhile and then it was time to get out.

The next day was Wednesday.

"Do I have to go to Memmo?" Trudy asked.

Marsha knelt to Trudy's level and looked her in the eyes.

"I wish you didn't have to," she said, "But the chemo and the treatment is getting rid of your Leukemia."