Chapter 7I showed Casey to Mama’s room that night while Eli redecorated the Christmas tree after we moved it away from the bathroom door. “We’ll clear the rest of this stuff out in the morning,” I promised.
“There was more?” Casey obviously noticed several pairs of eyes not belonging to Luddy, Mortimer, or Rufus.
“The bed was covered.”
Dolls. Mama owned over a hundred. Tall dolls, short dolls, fashion dolls, baby dolls. A few would rotate in and out of the living room for special holidays, but most of them stayed on shelves in her bedroom.
“She thinks it was because when she was a kid, the doll she really wanted was white. Her mother wouldn’t get it for her. She got her one with black skin.” I picked up one of Mama’s favorites, a doll dressed for Christmas in a green and red plaid dres
