When Grandpa leaves the room, I begin collecting the dolls. Their display stands leave polished discs in the dusty shelves, crop circles burned between items furry with dust: the box holding Grandpa’s Korea War medal; a 35-years-of-service plaque from Western Electric; a dried-out air-freshening cone. Upright they go into a blue milk crate, American Girls casting polite expressions in every… Read more →