Chapter Twenty-One
"My Dolly is so beautiful," Bea sang softly. She tickled Dolly's neck, kissed her on the forehead and picked up the brush, singing as she brushed the doll's hair. A car honked and she jumped, looked out at the street flying by, then back at her doll.
Her legs swung up and down with each stroke of the brush. Up and down went the brush. Up and down went her legs, like that dancer on the TV show. Singing as she brushed. Singing as she kicked. Up and down. Up and down. She could dance like that girl.
Mommy cussed and stomped on the brakes. Bea gripped the car seat and Dolly flew to the floor. The car started moving again as Bea jumped down and picked up the doll. She scrambled into her car seat, watching Mommy in the rearview mirror.
"Can't you see, you damn jerk?" Momm
