Every afternoon, Heather was picked up from elementary school in a limo, a sky-blue Cadillac with cream-colored leather interiors. The chauffeur immediately offered her a bowl of hard candies, Jolly Ranchers. She always ate Apple, and she only ever ate one. Of course, she lived in a mansion. Every afternoon, the maid took her coat. A maid and a chauffeur. There were no other grown-ups. There were fireplaces, and footstools made of elephants’ feet, and an elevator to the beach. That green is still my favorite taste.
From the same Fackbook conversation, by Jonny Gibbings:
I used to have imaginary friends… they were real people, I just imagined they were my friends.