She laid the table for four. Her husband, her daughter, and the imaginary friend.
It had gone on for years. She had read all of the books on how to gently transition out of this phase. And yet Jenny remained a constant at their table.
“Jenny joining us again?”
He leaned against the doorframe, his skin grey.
She smiled. “Why wouldn’t she be?”
Elise ran into the room, skidding to a stop with a stuffed animal in each hand. “Is Jenny sitting next to me today?”
“No darling.”
“Why not?”
“Because she’s my friend sweetheart. She’ll be sitting with me.”
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