Miss Polly had a Dolly (Emma Frost #2) Read Online Free

her or looks the way I think she would today. I
guess I'm always on the lookout for her. I don't know if it'll ever stop."
    "How old was she?"
    "Six. She had just turned six years
old."

Chapter 6
July 1997
    "Your
daughter is very lovely," the woman who had
approached Miss Polly said. Miss Polly didn't care much about talking to
strangers and always told Nina to never do so. But when they complimented her
only true love in this world, her beautiful daughter, Miss Polly could never
resist answering them.
    "Yes, isn't she?" Miss Polly replied
happily.
    The woman rocked the stroller. Miss Polly could
hear a baby fuss inside of it.
    "How old is she?" the woman asked.
    "Six. She just turned six years old."
    "Gonna be some heartbreaker for the boys,
huh?" The baby was fussing again and the woman rocked the stroller a bit
forcefully while hushing it. Miss Polly stared at the woman feeling her heart
accelerate. It was the word she had used. The
boys . Miss Polly strongly resented the very idea of her precious
little girl having anything at all to do with those disgusting…filthy
creatures.
    Boys. They only want one thing
from you. And once you have given it to them, they leave you.
    Miss Polly knew the day would come when she
would have to face this problem with her Dolly. Up until now she had merely
decided that her daughter was never going to be with any boys when she reached
her teens. Miss Polly simply wouldn't allow her to be with them. But deep inside
she knew that it was going to be a fight that she might end up losing
eventually.
    Just the thought of one of
them ... touching her. Defiling her. I won't let her be besmirched by them. I
simply refuse to let that happen.
    "So will she start school after the
summer?" the woman asked.
    Miss Polly was pulled abruptly out of her
thoughts. She shook her head. "No, I will be homeschooling her."
    "Homeschooling? That's unusual." the
woman said.
    Miss Polly was getting tired of this
conversation and wanted the lady to leave now. All those questions were
annoying and tiresome. But she was right. Miss Polly knew it was very unusual
in Denmark for people to homeschool their children. It was mostly people who
had children with severe autism or other disabilities, and even those had help.
Miss Polly was going to do this completely on her own. Even if she had no idea
how to. There was no way her precious baby doll was going to go to those noisy,
filthy places called schools and be blemished by all those other dirty, filthy
children. No she was staying home where it was safe for her to be, where Miss
Polly could watch her every moment.
    "Yes, well that's what I've decided,"
she answered a little harshly in the hope that the woman would go away if she
sensed Miss Polly wasn't enjoying the conversation. But apparently the woman
had no sense of decorum or any sense at all for that matter. She kept right on
talking.
    "That's really difficult, isn't it? I mean
you have to follow a program or something, right? To make sure the child is
taught the exact same as the rest of the children. And what about the social
skills? How will she learn how to be a team player?"
    Miss Polly looked into the woman's eyes while
the anger rose in her.
    Stupid Danish people. Always
talking about everybody being equal, all that socialism is destroying our
beautiful country. Don't they see it?
    "My daughter will not be a team
player," she burst out, knowing very well that her opinion was not like
most people on the island, or even in the country. "She is special and I
will raise her to know that. She will not go out and be ordinary, she will do
many incredible things in life and when she is a grown up everybody will know
who she is, since she stood out in the crowd, since she is special and not like
all the others. See, I do not believe we are all born to be equal. I believe
some are destined for greatness. Now if you'll excuse me, I will take my child
home before she catches the bug of mediocrity that has become so common