Paige smiled down at the six-year-old girl, warmed by the trust she saw in the child’s big brown eyes. Paige ignored the quiet gasp from Casey’s mother, who sat in a chair across the room. “’Kay.” Casey had scooted over on the examining table to make room for her imaginary friend. “Linus, this is Dr. Kendrick. She’s nice.” “Hello, Linus,” Paige said easily. “How are you feeling today?” “He says good.” Paige smiled. “Well, fine.” After a bit more conversation designed to gain information about Linus, she picked up Casey and carried her to the sticker box. “Why don’t you choose a sticker for yourself and one for Linus?” Her chubby hands around Paige’s neck, the girl said, “He likes cats.” “Well, there’s a kitty one there.” “Can I look at them all?” Paige smoothed Casey’s hair.
