Whose idea was Milo?
Yours. You said our family wasn’t complete.
No, it was yours. You wanted a sibling for her.
I don’t understand why that sent him into a delusion, I was just kidding.
Explain it to me.
It’s hard to articulate. . . . It’s as if the ground shifts beneath you, and what was your balance disappears.
Like when I make the same joke for 4 days but on the 5th day you take it seriously and feel hurt?
Yes, just like that.
He’s under the bed.
I know, I hung out with him there.
Why is he under the bed?
How did you get him to climb to the top of the waterfall?
I asked him to explain to me how you win at the Pokemon card game while we walked.
Did he ever take a breath?
No, not once.
Did he stop to appreciate the view?
He did indeed.
Were you bored out of your mind?
No, I wasn’t listening.
How did you get him to sleep?
I told him how we would always be together even if he went on a trip without me, or when he grows up and goes to college. Or after I die.
And that put him to sleep?
Like a charm.
What did he say?
He said that he’s always crying on the inside.
What did you say?
I said, me too.