"Sunflowers face the sun all the time in the day even if the sun moves." They were not actually sunflowers--they were prince daisies--but I wasn't going to correct her. "Where did you learn that?" I asked her. "From Emme-and-Emme." Your father gave me a look. "That's weird," Polly said, bending down. "These two aren't facing the sun. They're facing away. They must be sick." "Maybe they think there's another sun," your father said. Polly looked up in the sky. "That would be very bad," she said. "Because then the sunflowers would keep turning and turning, and they would get a pain." I"