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these
days."
    Miss Polly snorted and stood up in front of the
woman.
    "I'm sorry," the woman said and held a
hand up in the air. "I was just trying to make conversation. Geez."
    But Miss Polly was no longer listening. She
stormed past the woman and towards the children playing. She tried to spot Nina
amidst all the noisy children running around, but she couldn't see her
anywhere.
    Where are you baby doll?
You're not running around getting dirty like all those common children, are
you?
    Miss Polly was walking faster now while scanning
the playground area.. "Nina?" she called out thinking she might be
standing somewhere where she could not see her. Miss Polly searched under the
slide and on the swings. There was no sign of her precious baby doll anywhere.
Now her heart was racing rapidly and she had to put a hand to her chest to calm
her breathing down. Where could she have gone? Miss Polly saw the boy that had
been talking to Nina earlier and stormed towards him.
    "Where is Nina? Where is the girl you
talked to earlier?"
    The boy looked at her indifferently and
shrugged. "I don't know."
    Miss Polly grabbed his shoulders and started
shaking him, "Where is she? Tell me immediately. What have you done to
her, you filthy animal?"
    The boy started screaming and a couple of
parents ran towards them. They pulled Miss Polly away from the boy.
"What's the matter with you?" a woman said to her. Probably his
mother; she had the same ugly nose. The ugly mother looked at Miss Polly
disapprovingly, but she didn't care. It didn't matter. They didn't matter. All
that mattered was finding her precious baby girl before it was too late, before
someone… Don't even think it …the
very thought of someone harming her felt like knives in her body. She could
hardly bear it.
    "He has done something to my girl. I can't
find her," she said. "Where is she?" she yelled at him.
    The boy whimpered while his mother put her arm
around him and pulled him away. Miss Polly felt the playground start spinning.
Could it be the woman that had been talking to her? She’d seemed a little too
fond of Nina. Miss Polly started spinning to see if she could spot the woman,
but she too seemed to have vanished.
    What is happening here? Where
is my girl?
    Miss Polly was hyperventilating now and could
hardly breathe. She bent over and took in a few breaths, while feeling very
dizzy. Her poor weak heart couldn't take this. When she lifted her head to
start the search again for her precious baby doll, she spotted it in the grass. Miss Polly gasped and ran
across the lawn. She was panting and pushing kids aside who got in her way.
Parents were yelling at her, telling her to get
the hell out of the playground, you crazy bitch. But Miss Polly
didn't hear them. Her eyes were fixated on one small thing in the grass.
    Little Miss Jasmine .
    Miss Polly was crying hysterical when she picked
her up. She held the doll close to her chest while crying.
    "Where is she, Little Miss Jasmine? Where
did she go?" she mumbled while the tears ran down her cheeks. It felt so
good to hold the doll again, just like when Nina had been a baby and Miss Polly
would hold her in the exact same way. She held her tight to her body while
desperately scanning the area surrounding them. Her lip was quivering and her
tears falling to land on the doll's face. Miss Polly wiped the tears away from
the doll's face with her hand.
    "Can you believe it, Little Miss Jasmine?
Can you? Miss Polly can't find her dolly."
     

Chapter 7
April 2013
    "Why
didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?" I
asked my dad when we got back to the house. Helle had to go back to her shop where
she sold trinkets or something like that according to my dad who apparently
didn't really know what it was she was selling.
    "I don't know," he said and sat in a
chair while I served him a cup of coffee. "I thought it would be better
this way."
    "You mean a sneak attack on one of my most
important days?" I asked with a chuckle.
    My dad laughed.