Rachel’s little friend Riche (about 12) got very ill with something recently. She went to visit and found him lying in a corner of the hut on a pallet, feeling very bad. She made him up some Gatorade that a visitor had left her so that he would drink a lot at least. As he got to feeling better, he came out in a rash all over his body, so she assumes he may have had measles. The day before he broke out in the rash, his mother bought a little hand mirror from a passing peddler, presumably using the money he and his father and brother earned mining minerals a few months ago. (Rachel was approached by the peddler, too, but was able to resist the mirrors.) Since they suddenly had a mirror, Riche was able to look into it and see himself covered with the rash. He was apparently quite horrified, but thankfully no longer feeling bad at that point, other than having wounded pride about the spotty face.