The Father Doll

Tanya had grown about an inch over the summer. She was taller than me and got a nice tan. Tanya said she'd come to my place the next day. I called her a million times and even walked by her window looking up hoping to catch sight of her. The whole doll family was gathered in their living room, the family and the little girl on the sofa. They led quiet, uneventful lives in the shoe box with the children either slept or misbehaved.