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Twilight Children
Book: Twilight Children Read Online Free
Author: Torey Hayden
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inpatient for observation and assessment.
    The child psychiatrist, Dave Menotti, was to oversee the case, but I was given the individual daily therapy sessions with Cassandra. Dave’s thinking was that my experience with psychogenic language problems might prove useful here, even though her occasional mutism was not the presenting problem. He described her to me as a child “where something doesn’t add up,” which I knew meant we were still very much in the diagnostic stage. While we assumed we had the source of her problems—the twenty-six-month abduction—we had no understanding of how that pieced together with her difficulties now.

Chapter
3
    C assandra and I sat together at the table, examining the drawing she had done of her family.
    “That’s really quite an elaborate picture. Can you tell me more about it?”
    “There I am. Up in the sky,” she said. “I look down on everyone. I can see everyone. I can see everything from the sky.”
    “That sounds interesting, being able to see everything.”
    She nodded. “I like being an alien.”
    “If I were an alien, I think I would feel lonely,” I said, “because I’d feel I was different from everyone else. I’d feel like an outsider.”
    “No, not me. I like it,” she replied. “Because I can travel in a rocket ship.”
    Cassandra was a rather wriggly little girl, squirming around in her seat, bending her head down and around in a way that allowed her to look up at me while I regarded the picture. There was something coy about her behavior. This made me wonder if she had chosen to draw herself as an alien because she genuinely felt like an alien or if she had chosen to do it as a way of engaging me, as a sort of savvy assessment of what she’d thought a therapist would be interested in.
    “And here we have your family,” I said. “Yes? Your mother, your stepfather, your two sisters—”
    “And the fish. The fish, too,” she interrupted and pointed to them.
    “Ah, I thought they were leftover from when you were experimenting with shapes …”
    “No, they’re living in the sky like it was an aquarium. Goldfish. Really, they’re a family, too. That big one’s the dad. And that’s the mom goldfish. And those are the babies. They belong to my other family.”
    “I see.”
    “Those are my other family there. Remember, because I told you already. They’re outside the aquarium, looking in. That’s why they’re small.” She pointed to the snakes. “Really they’re not snakes. They got snake costumes on.”
    “They’re not snakes?”
    Cassandra laughed at this. “Silly! They’re people!” She laughed again. “That’s Daddy Snake and Mama Snake and the kid Snakes. And there’s the Minister Snake. And that’s Cowboy Snake. And that’s Fairy Snake.”
    “I thought you just said they were people,” I replied, a little confused.
    “They are,” she said cheerfully. “‘Snake’ is their last name. That’s because they dress up in snake costumes all the time, so that’s why people started calling them that. And really I’m Cassandra Snake when I live with them.”
    “Why do they dress up in snake costumes?”
    “Ding-dong, willy-nilly, Peter Pan!” she replied in an unexpectedly loud, singsong voice.
    I sat back.
    She laughed shrilly.
    I sat quietly without speaking.
    “Ding-dong, willy-nilly, Peter Pan!”
    She laughed again, writhed in her seat, and fluttered her hands. Then taking up a black marking pen, she drew strong black lines across the picture in a random, rather frenzied manner. The lines didn’t color over anything or appear to be there to cover up anything. The way she did them, they appeared to be just marks, slashes across the page, as if her inner environment had become too much to control and these marks simply exploded forth like lightning strikes.
    Saying nothing, I just sat, waiting.
    This outburst lasted about three minutes. Then slowly Cassandra came back into herself and grew quieter. She was still
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