When she was a kid, she had liked imagining things. And then the nuns had curbed her thoughts. They taught her that she should only think about God and all of that. No imagining things that were improper. But every kid wanted to be something else. That's what imagination was all about. She grinned at him from upside down, making a face though more to him and not at him. She wondered what would make him laugh, or if he had ever laughed in his life.
"I think you just breathe and try to shut it all off. I do not know really." She wasn't exactly good at it either. "Maybe not think about one thing in specific. Think about what you are feeling. Like the feeling you get when you are swinging." That seemed to work for her. It was hard not to internalize everything and scrutinize all of the things in the world. Sometimes you just had to. Though perhaps angels just weren't capable of shutting off the world like humans were.
Helena had similar questions about food and men and babies and being married and things. But she never got a real answer out of Sarah. Sarah was busy though. Always busy. Except for being here.
She lifted herself up from her dangling position just by her legs and peered over at him. "We could play tag, but you not cheat. No flying. You must run."