The Barbie was the teen sister, tasked with babysitting. She rolled her eyes as their parents left for the evening, and promptly told her sister to leave her alone. Her bedroom door clicked shut with authority.
Little Girl doll made a grilled cheese sandwich, then watched some TV. Bored with the five channel options, she rose to turn off the television set, freezing mid-stride. A boy’s voice was coming from her sister’s bedroom.
Little Girl doll was not worried, only surprised it had happened so quickly. She recognized the voice as her sister’s boyfriend. She took her plate into the kitchen and placed it in the sink, then walked down the narrow hall to her sister’s room, where she slid down the wall and rested, elbows on knees, listening through the door, as Barbie teen sister removed her clothes and lay side-by-side with her invisible boyfriend in the shoebox.
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