"Oh no! Bobby will be here any minute!" shrieked Annette, playing her Barbie-doll Patty. "I can't let him see the house like this with the walls all splattered with green jello! I'm so embarrassed!"
"Yeah, we should have known better than to try to make Jennifer's special exploding jello for company -- the recipe's just too complicated!" said Lynn for her doll Tuesday.
To think that Lynn was already twelve years old and in Young Women's at church. For ten-year-old Annette to still want to play Barbies was already kind of borderline. But I supposed it wasn't too embarrassing if they just did it at home with nobody else around.
It was so annoying that Mom and Dad insisted I set up my drawing table and paints in the toyroom where Annette kept her elaborate doll house! I got to have the joy of listening to two giggly little sisters while trying to concentrate on creating my masterpiece graphic novel.
"Uh-oh, he's here now!" said Annette, driving a Ken-doll up to the house in a red convertible.
"Quick!" said Lynn's doll Tuesday, "Let's go outside and pretend like we're locked out of the house!"
"Okay, I've locked the door," said Patty.
"Hurry! Hide the keys in your bra!" said Tuesday.
I managed to get the various watercolors placed just right to create an iridescent effect on Wyxetta's wings despite having to listen to this vulgar scene. Wyxetta was the beautiful fairy princess who was the heroine of my story. In the cover design I was painting, she was lazily reclining in a red tulip, blissfully unaware of anything but her own daydreams.
"We're so glad you could make it, Bobby," said Lynn's doll Tuesday, as Lynn took the Ken doll out of the toy car. "Let's go straight to the pool around back." The pool was actually a basin for washing dishes.
Then Lynn switched to an exaggerated male voice for Bobby's reply: "Okay, but I'm kinda thirsty. Can I go to the kitchen first to get a drink of water?"
"No!" exclaimed Annette's doll Patty. "We have a cooler full of pop by the pool. Come with us, we'll go straight there."
I moved on to painting the flesh tones of Wyxetta's slender, elegant leg that she was dangling down between the petals of the flower. Her head was resting gently on her arms on the curved portion of another petal.
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