Yes, Katie why dont you explain to me more about your friend, she paused for a moment to check her notes, ah, Mr. Crow?
Mr. Crow? Hes my friend, Katie answered her face vacuous, happy childlike, innocent fake.
Dr. Alsare leaned back in her chair evaluating, the face is too tight the voice is too even no tonal shift no quaver. The doctor made a little mark beside the name. Mr. Crow. The mark was like an addition sign made without taking the pen off the paper and in her short hand meant, there is something here, go deeper.
Katie can you tell me something new about your friend, can you tell me what Mr. Crow looks like?
Hes invisible silly, Katie responded her smile shining like she had just played a good practical joke but it was still fake.
She is being evasive, Alsare thought. Do you mean youve never seen him?
No.
Well what has he looked like when you have see him?
Well he changes.
Really? she wrote a small note persistence of imagination? and then continued. Can you describe what he looks like for a couple of the times that you have seen him?
Hes a man, like daddy, except that sometimes, hes old like grandpa sometimes hes young like my cousins.
Dr. Alsare flipped back a page on her note pad and saw cousins - late teens early twenties. Sorry, go on.
Sometimes he has long hair or short hair sometimes hair on his face or none.
Does anything stay the same about his appearance?
He usually has really dark hair except when hes really old then he has white hair my grandpa says when you get old your hair goes white and he always has blue eyes.
Like your eyes.
My eyes are grey.
Im sorry, must be the light she thought, anything else?
He likes to wear black, he has this coat cape thing or feathers.
The doctor quickly noted the description, young/old, beard/no beard, long/short hair dark unless old blue eyes wears crow feathers and she jots a line connecting it to the name Mr. Crow. Alsare wondered how much of this description was being invented for her sake.
What did you do with Mr. Crow?
We play games and he helps me.
How does he help you?
In a quiet voice as if it is a secret she isnt suppose to share. Katie responded, He taught me how to read.
How to - read? Dr. Alsare replied haltingly, scrawling he taught me how to read under the description of Mr.Crow. How did he teach you how to read?
We used the books that mommy read to me he showed me that if I remember each word that mommy said I can point to it and know what the word means. Then he showed me what the letters mean.
Does he help you any other ways?
He tells me things hes telling me something right now.
What is he telling you?
Hes telling me to shut up.
Mr. Crow? Hes my friend, Katie answered her face vacuous, happy childlike, innocent fake.
Dr. Alsare leaned back in her chair evaluating, the face is too tight the voice is too even no tonal shift no quaver. The doctor made a little mark beside the name. Mr. Crow. The mark was like an addition sign made without taking the pen off the paper and in her short hand meant, there is something here, go deeper.
Katie can you tell me something new about your friend, can you tell me what Mr. Crow looks like?
Hes invisible silly, Katie responded her smile shining like she had just played a good practical joke but it was still fake.
She is being evasive, Alsare thought. Do you mean youve never seen him?
No.
Well what has he looked like when you have see him?
Well he changes.
Really? she wrote a small note persistence of imagination? and then continued. Can you describe what he looks like for a couple of the times that you have seen him?
Hes a man, like daddy, except that sometimes, hes old like grandpa sometimes hes young like my cousins.
Dr. Alsare flipped back a page on her note pad and saw cousins - late teens early twenties. Sorry, go on.
Sometimes he has long hair or short hair sometimes hair on his face or none.
Does anything stay the same about his appearance?
He usually has really dark hair except when hes really old then he has white hair my grandpa says when you get old your hair goes white and he always has blue eyes.
Like your eyes.
My eyes are grey.
Im sorry, must be the light she thought, anything else?
He likes to wear black, he has this coat cape thing or feathers.
The doctor quickly noted the description, young/old, beard/no beard, long/short hair dark unless old blue eyes wears crow feathers and she jots a line connecting it to the name Mr. Crow. Alsare wondered how much of this description was being invented for her sake.
What did you do with Mr. Crow?
We play games and he helps me.
How does he help you?
In a quiet voice as if it is a secret she isnt suppose to share. Katie responded, He taught me how to read.
How to - read? Dr. Alsare replied haltingly, scrawling he taught me how to read under the description of Mr.Crow. How did he teach you how to read?
We used the books that mommy read to me he showed me that if I remember each word that mommy said I can point to it and know what the word means. Then he showed me what the letters mean.
Does he help you any other ways?
He tells me things hes telling me something right now.
What is he telling you?
Hes telling me to shut up.
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whats your book about? when are you gonna be done?