Chapter 23 - MISS BUTTON’S NEW OWNER
Lily became a veterinarian.
At thirty, she had a daughter named Emma.
One afternoon Emma found Miss Button.
“Mine?”
Lily looked at me.
Then at her daughter.
“If Grandma Clara says yes.”
I laughed.
“It’s your doll.”
Lily handed Miss Button to Emma.
No ceremony.
No explanation about contaminated fabric.
The doll had been professionally cleaned decades earlier and tested safe.
Still, my hands trembled slightly.
Emma hugged it.
Then immediately dropped it for a plastic dinosaur.
Perfect.
Objects do not always accept the symbolism adults assign them.
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Miss Button spent the next year under a bed.
I loved that.
