up in Boston, but I've been living in a home outside of
Boston," I explained.
He nodded.
"Sounds like you were right."
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't need me to change your one to a
five," he said sullenly. I stared at him a moment and
then I shook my head.
"Yes, I did," I confessed. His eyes widened
with interest. "Huh?"
"I didn't take much money with me when I left
and I had no idea how much things cost," I added. He
nodded, thoughtfully.
"Sounds like you left in a rush. Did ya?" he
asked, but I looked away. "Say, what's that you're
holdin' onto so tightly?" He leaned over so he could
get a better view of Angel. "A doll!" he said with
amazement. My eyes flared.
"It's not just a doll; it's a special doll, a
collector's doll. It's a work of art and it's called a
portrait doll," I said sharply.
"Oh, I see. Excuse me. Well, can I get a better
look at it? I promise to be careful."
I fixed my eyes on him. He looked sincere so I
handed Angel to him. He held her gingerly and
studied her face and features. Then he whistled
through his teeth.
"You're right. This is truly a work of art. I never seen such detail in a doll." He lowered her and gazed at me. Then he looked at her again. "Wait a minute.
This doll looks a lot like you."
"It's supposed to," I said taking her back