Chapter 4
The sizzle of bacon roused me from sleep, but I didn’t open my eyes until Aunt Libby knocked at the door. “Rise and shine,” she said in her chipper sing-song voice.
I didn’t know how anyone could be so pleasant first thing in the morning. My response was less a word than a grunt.
Opening my door, which never closed properly anyway, my aunt sang, “Wake up, wake up, you sleepy-head.” When she didn’t finish, I looked up and found her staring blankly at my floor.
Yvette’s tiny floral dress and apron were strewn across the ratty rug, and the sight confounded me. I hadn’t undressed my doll. I hadn’t, but how could her dress have come off in the night without my help, or someone else’s? Those were definitely Yvette’s clothes. I could feel her porcelain skin under my covers.
