Tommy liked the meetings.

He said the counselor had a box of miniature animals and never corrected him when he used the wrong word for how he felt.

One Saturday, he asked me to read a page in his notebook.

It showed two houses separated by a wide blue river.

One house was enormous, with a car and a skylight.

The other had a bakery on the ground floor and a crooked tree out front.

Between them he had drawn a bridge that stopped halfway across.