My Good Friend

No, she’s never insisted Captain Leo actually exists. But it’s odd. Wherever we go, she talks to him. Once in a while, but still. She doesn’t tell people to put another plate out. She doesn’t introduce him to people.

I mean really, she knows he’s not there. She’s not crazy. She just likes having him around. When she was a kid, he was her only friend. I guess she feels she shouldn’t abandon him.

And she’s even stopped mentioning him when we’re in bed. But sometimes she looks to the side … and I can’t help thinking she’s looking at him.

No, I don’t think she needs help. You don’t understand. She knows he’s not there, okay? I really don’t know what to do. I guess I … forget it.