Ever since our brother Cliff left for the Army, Patsy has slept in Cliff’s bed. Every night, Mary makes a big fuss about tucking him in. After Mother puts us to bed, Patsy sneaks back into our room to tuck Mary in. Or so Mary says. "Why do you tuck Patsy in and then Patsy comes back and tucks you in?" I asked her.
Mary made a face at me. "He’s imaginary," she explained.