Chapter 170: Welcome to the Dollhouse (2)

I never had sisters who played with dollhouses. Action figures and playsets don't count. When I was growing up, I had a couple of friends in third grade, twin girls. Taylor and Emma Woodson. They had a big dollhouse that a neighbor of theirs made. It was a custom dollhouse where everything in it was a replica of their real house. I asked once if they were weirded out by having a dollhouse exactly like their house. 

Their answer? "No. We love our house, and our dolls do too. They should have their own house just like it." Delivered with that serious bossy little-girl tone.

I guess I should count myself lucky that this little house belonging to Lowan and Berry doesn't look like the Wendigo Inn.