“I wonder what it will be like, going back to school after I got sick during my play,” Peaches asked aloud last night. She spoke the words with deliberate casualness, but she was looking at me the entire time she said them. I’d been wondering the same thing. On the last day of school, Peaches had been scheduled to perform in a second grade class play. The only catch was that she wasn’t entirely…well. She’d had a cough for a week but she looked different on that Friday. Flushed. Something was changing. “Is there someone else who can fill in for you?” I asked her, holding my hands against both sides of her face. (Warm, too.) There was, she admitted grudgingly: a beautiful blonde…