The Devil's Dolls Page #2

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-That's my daughter, Chloe.

She's a jewelry designer.

And I think she is having

a sale. Two dollars?

- Got a sweatshop goin', huh?

- Obviously.

-Do you have this in a set?

-I'm sorry, just the one.

-That's a shame.

Your father would like one

for his study.

- I can make some calls

and see if I can find...

-No, that... that's okay.

- Listen,

give me your name and email

I'll let you know when we get

more like that.

Okay?

- Thank you.

- Of course.

-There you go.

-I'll take one.

Alright.

How's that look, Chloe?

- Chloe-bear,

you've got a customer.

Chloe?

Baby, where did you get

those things?

Chloe?

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

-What happened, seizure?

- It's okay, baby, just...

Just listen to mommy's voice.

Remember, it'll go away.

- Hey, Chloe,

did you make these?

This is so cool.

Can I buy it from you?

Yeah?

- Bye.

- Feel better.

-Chloe, you're a hit.

-That was a tough one.

- Hey, can you go solo

for a bit?

- I'm gonna take her home.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

-Go home, baby?

- Forgotten how ugly

that wall was.

You okay?

- My father would have been

72 today.

- You still taking Chloe

to Disneyworld?

Happiest place on earth.

You think you can handle it?

- It was supposed

to be Amy, too.

Three years ago, I said,

after I catch this guy..

We can..

Whatever.

I never..

Told you this

'cause I was too ashamed.

The day we found

Tyler Richardson's body

Amy made me promise

to come home early.

Well, we found Tyler..

I forgot all about it.

Got home around 2 AM

walked in, Amy and Chloe

are asleep on the couch.

"Happy Birthday, Chloe Bear"

banner on the mantle.

Presents and cake..

I remember this bastard's

birthday every year.

I forgot my own daughter's.

Anyway.

Amy woke up when I walked in.

We just stared at each other.

Neither one of us said anything.

Guess that's when we knew

it was over.

God, I f***ed it up.

-Yeah, you did.

-Here, really?

-Just do it.

- Wouldn't you feel more

comfortable buying this?

- Hey,

I've gotta do the hard part.

-Are you sure?

-I'm three weeks late.

What is it, babe?

-It's a lot to take in.

-It's gonna be okay.

-That'll be $9.94.

Son? $9.94.

Cash or charge, son?

Hey, are you alright?

-Mom, can I have my blanket?

-Of course.

-I miss daddy.

-Come on, Buddy.

-There you go.

-What's wrong, mommy?

-Nothing, baby.

Hey, do you know

who became a professional

jewelry designer today?

You did.

When you sell something,

that makes you a professional.

I am so proud of you.

You know, Aunt Becca says

she's gonna wear hers every day.

You know, maybe you and I

should be business partners.

-Can I be the boss?

-Yes, you can be the boss.

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