For Chloe, play had always meant make believe. In the absence of dolls, the child Chole dressed her mother Sasha’s dinnerware in linen napkins - the spoons and forks were women, the knives men - and spun out great family sagas with criss-crossed plots unfolding over the course of days, or even weeks.
Rebecca Goldstein, “The Geometry of Soap Bubbles and Impossible Love.”
