Winn Dixie

I didn't go to sleep right away. I lay there and thought how life was like a Littmus Lozenge, how the sweet and the sad were all mixed up together and how hard it was to separate them out. It was confusing.

"Daddy!" I shouted. After a minute, he opened the door and raised his eyebrows at me. "What was that word you said? The word that meant sad?" "Melancholy," he said. "Melancholy," I repeated. I liked the way it sounded, like there was music hidden somewhere inside it. "Good night now," the preacher said. "Good night," I told him back. I got up out of bed and unwrapped a Littmus Lozenge and sucked on it hard and thought about 126