The Age of Not Believing
The children laughed. Michael watched with a frown as they crowded around the tiny play-table. His sister was seated on the floor at the head. Of course, she couldnt sit on one of the play-chairs. The chairs could easily support the weight of the six- and seven-year-olds she was playing with, but were much too small for her fifty-six-year-old body.
Sure wish her mind would catch up to her body, Michael grumbled to himself as he watched her pour invisible tea from the plastic pot.
There was nothing wrong with her mind or body at all, the doctors had said. Perfectly healthy. More healthy, in fact, than most people her age. She just likes to play, they told him. Its not surprising.
Michael wasnt surprised. She and Theo had always lived in their own little world. Always making up stories, playing games, no matter ho