![]() “All the time.” Gabby’s smile is as frank as it is contagious. ![]() “Do you ever get the feeling that we might be related?” I ask softly, hoping I haven’t said anything out of line. With Lisa hiding out somewhere in the walls of the house, a failed attempt to keep Ella from being lonely, the Professor introduces Ella to Gabby a real, living girl. “He made me have blue eyes! They’re not mine! THEY’RE NOT MINE!” “I don’t have blue eyes!” She shrieks, blinding herself further when she pushes her other eye into the brush. Before I have time to object, she presses her eye into the tip. She heaves a brush from the tub and awkwardly maneuvers it into one of the colors, but I can’t make out which one in the dark. ![]() She’s asking all sorts of questions about the Professor, and how exactly he makes people into dolls, and she’s starting to really scare Ella. But there’s something wrong with this new goth doll, Lisa. She loves her time with the professor, but he can’t be with her at every moment so he’s made her a friend. ![]() He says this way, I’ll never feel any pain and can dance for as long as I like, never growing old, never changing my joints.Įlla lives out her days in the Professor’s attic dancing, watching television, acting out her adventures for the tape recorder during her imagination time. ![]() The professor tells me how cumbersome the body is and how aches and pains are a way of life. BOOK REVIEW: Broken Dolls by Tyrolin Puxty ![]()
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