RS: Well, there’s the eye pencil. That’s one thing.
EC: I’d hardly say that’s reason enough to call a truce. I mean, who doesn’t use eye pencil?
RS: Yeah, you’re right. Let’s record our own version of “Ebony and Ivory.” Ha! Aren’t I a riot? Hell couldn’t freeze fast enough …
EC: So there. We do agree on something.
The collages were one thing, but the girls never spoke directly about the paper dolls—not even to each other. It was just understood: two tow-headed magazine cutouts pasted over Barbie-like bodies. Each of them always played the same role. They never questioned their underlying need for a battle royal; it just always seemed to happen that way.
