I ate my Littmus Lozenge slow. It tasted good. It tasted like root beer and strawberry and something else I didn't have a name for, something that made me feel kind of sad. I looked over at Amanda. She was sucking on her candy and thinking hard.
"Do you like it?" Miss Franny asked me.
"Yes ma'am," I told her.
"What about you Amanda? Do you like the Littmus Lozenge?"
"Yes ma'am," she said. "But it makes me think of things I feel sad about."
I wondered what in the world Amanda Wilkson had to feel sad about. She wasn't new to town. She had a mama and a daddy. I had seen them with her in church.
"There's a secret ingredient in there," Miss Franny said.
"I know it," I told her. "I can taste it. What is it?"
"Sorrow," Miss Franny said. "Not everyone can taste it. Children, especially, seem to have a hard time knowing it's there."
"I taste it," I said.
- Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo