for the oldest category.”
“But it’s also cool. And it was three bucks. Can you
believe that? I’m going to phone some of the museums here
and see if they want it. I think something like this sh
ould be
preserved.”
“That’s a good idea,” Trudy said, as she handed it
back.
Trudy went next. She’d somehow been hiding her hand
behind her back and she showed them all a very worn, very
old, very creepy doll. It was the kind of thing that the props
crew for a horror movie production would love to have.
“Argh!” Quinn and Danica declared as one. They both
stepped back a pace. They hated dolls. Both of them. Even the
more benign looking ones. If a doll was glass or porcelain,
then count them out.
Even Dallas felt oddly cringy looking at the thing. It’s
eyes were painted on and it had a hairline crack on its hairless
skull. It had a soft doll body, and no clothing on, of course.
“That also could have been saved for the oldest category,” she
said. “It looks ancient.”
“I think it’s more like well-used.” Quinn pointed.
“Although, it’s probably from the thirties, so that’s pretty cool,
I guess. If you don’t find it totally creepy.”
“Can’t creepy also be cool?” Trudy asked.
“How do you know the decades of all this stuff?”
Steph asked.
Quinn shrugged. “I don’t know. I think that anything
I’ve ever been told just seems to stick well. My brain is like a
sponge when it comes to antiques, but not much else.