“It’s not imagination,” said Gabri. “It’s outright lying. I’m not sure the kid knows the difference anymore himself.” He turned to Myrna. “What do you think? You’re the shrink.”

“I’m not a shrink,” said Myrna.

“You’re not kidding,” said Ruth with a snort.

“I’m a psychologist,” said Myrna.

“You’re a librarian,” said Ruth.

“For the last time, it’s not a library,” said Myrna. “It’s a bookstore. Stop just taking the books. Oh, never mind.” She waved at Ruth, who was smiling into her glass, and turned back to Gabri. “What were we talking about?”

“Laurent. Is he crazy? Though I realize the bar for sanity is pretty low here.” He watched as Ruth and Rosa muttered to each other.

“Hard to say, really. In my practice I saw a lot of people whose grip on reality had slipped. But they were adults. The line between real and imagined is blurred for kids, but it gets clearer as we grow up.”

“For better or worse,” said Reine-Marie.

“Well, I saw the worse,” said Myrna. “My clients’ delusions were often paranoid. They heard voices, they saw horrible things. Did horrible things. Laurent seems a happy kid. Well adjusted even.”

“You can’t be both happy and well adjusted,” said Ruth, laughing at the very thought.

“I don’t think he’s well adjusted,” said Antoinette. “Look, I’m all for imagination. The theater’s fueled by it. Depends on it. But I agree with Gabri. This is something else. Shouldn’t he be growing out of it by now? What’s the name for it when someone doesn’t understand, or care about, consequences?”

“Ruth Zardo?” said Brian.

There was surprised silence, followed by laughter. Including Ruth’s.

Brian Fitzpatrick didn’t say a great deal, but when he did it was often worth the wait.

“I don’t think Laurent’s psychotic, if that’s what you’re asking,” said Myrna. “No more than any kid. For some, their imagination’s so strong it overpowers reality. But, like I say, they grow out of it.” She looked at Ruth, stroking and singing to her duck. “Or at least, most do.”

“He once told us a classmate had been kidnapped,” said Brian. “Remember that?”

“He did?” Armand asked.

“Yes. Took about a minute to realize it wasn’t true, but what a long minute. The girl’s parents were in the bistro when he came running in with that news. I don’t think they’ll ever recover, or forgive him. He’s not the most popular kid in the area.”

“Why does he say things if they aren’t true?” asked Reine-Marie.

“Your children must’ve made things up,” said Myrna.

“Well, yes, but not anything so dramatic—”

“And so vivid,” said Antoinette. “He really sells it.”

“He probably just wants attention,” said Myrna.

“Oh God, don’t you hate people like that,” said Gabri.