The twins' room was still dim, the curtains drawn against the early morning sun. On the floor, scattered with crayons and a few stuffed animals, Maya and Nathan sat cross-legged in their pajamas, their hair sticking up in all directions after a night's sleep.
Maya held her doll with great seriousness, pressing the doll's face against another toy's plastic head.
"They were eating each other's mouths," she whispered, reenacting the strange sight she had witnessed the night before.
Nathan wrinkled his nose. He leaned closer, his hands gripping his knees. "That's not eating. Mom only eats toast, not Uncle Felix's face."
"It looked like eating," Maya insisted stubbornly, pushing the doll's face harder against the other. "Like this, smoooch, smoooch, and then-" she snapped the doll's head back dramatically, pretending to bite.
