"Deep in your stomach?" the nun asked, pushing back her white collar.
"Yes."
"Let me give you more laudanum," said Carmela, going to the medicines on a tray at the dressing table.
"No. It makes me sleep. No. No-ooo."
"Sleep is best for you. It'll make you strong," the nun said, vigorously rattling the bottle and spoon; she yanked the cork from a blue bottle sniffed the contents and said, "Ah." Her starched clothes sounded the same as the rustle of distant hail.
"No..." Caterina said feebly.
"Please," said Carmela.
"Papa ... no!" (Frightened)
"Then later," said Raul.
"Yes, Papa."