Skip to content Deena’s Diaper Days – Chapter One.
What am I doing here? she wondered as she stepped through the archway of giant ABC blocks that adorned the door. I don’t need a baby doll. I’m in college!
She took a long look around. The store was crammed full of shelves and toys, the large shelves creating a maze of playthings. The lighting was a bit dimmer than it should have been. A few families were scattered around the store. Children’s voices cut through the relative silence every so often.
“Good afternoon,” said the silver-haired, plump woman behind the front counter. “Anything I can help you with today, dear?”
“Oh! I’m just browsing today, thank you.” She turned to face a random shelf, which she found to be full of pirate figurines, and pretended to inspect one. “My little cousin is having a birthday party in a few weeks and I thought I’d pick up something…” It was a lie; she knew it was a lie. She wanted to know the price on the baby doll.
“Is that so?” the woman asked, walking out from behind the counter. “What kinds of things does he like? Pirates?” the older woman said, noticing the nearby shelf. “How old is he turning? We have a large selection of Jake and the Neverland Pirates in the far left corner if that’s what he likes.”
“Actually, my cousin is a girl.” A window of opportunity had appeared. Her long fingers squeezed an unfortunate pirate captain mercilessly. “She’s been asking me for a new baby doll for some time…”
“Oh, how wonderful,” the older woman said. Her large eyes seemed to sparkle in the low light. “I collect baby dolls myself. Would you like me to show you where they are?”
“Yes, thank you.” She nodded politely and gave one of her small smiles. “That would be perfect.”
“All right, then you just follow me, my dear. I’m Judy, by the way. What is your name?”
“Uhh, Geraldine.”
“Wonderful!” Judy clapped her hands together. “Geraldine is such a lovely name. You know, I think one of my granddaughters may end up with that name. It’s so beautiful.”
Geraldine winced. She had always hated the name. She hated it even more when strangers said it. She hoped that this sweet woman’s grandchild wouldn’t grow to hate the name as much as she did.
Judy quickly lead Geraldine through the maze of toys to the doll section, then showed her to the baby dolls. Geraldine had never seen so many in one place. Plastic newborns squinted at her from inside cozy buntings. Ragdoll babies were hung on the wall by plastic hooks in their heads. Cabbage Patch Kids grinned up at her from a bottom shelf. Porcelain dolls stood pristine inside a lit glass case.
Geraldine slowly and carefully looked at each shelf, trying to find the exact doll in the store window. Not a one was close.
“Um…” The words trailed off before they entered her mouth.
“Yes, dear?” Judy smiled again. “Is there something wrong?”
“Th-the doll in the window,” she finally managed. “What kind of doll is in the window? It’s lovely. I thought it might make a nice gift.” Judy’s face fell.
“Oh, that’s not a doll for little girls,” she said. “That’s one from my personal collection. I just thought she’d look nice in the window. If you’d like, you can take a look at her, but she’s well over thirty years old. She’s probably not safe.”
“I see,” Geraldine said. “Well, thank you. I will have to pick out another doll in that case.”
An understanding smile passed Judy’s lips and she returned to the front of the store without another word. Geraldine continued to browse the dolls, wondering what made them so different than the one in the store window.
I’ve always liked vintage, she thought, picking up a doll labeled “Baby Beans.” That must be it. I suppose it’s a good thing they don’t make dolls like that now, or I’d have never grown out of them.
“Here she is!”
“Oh…!” Geraldine felt that she had jumped a foot in the air. She hadn’t expected Judy to come back.
“I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Judy said. “I just thought you’d like to take a look anyhow.” The old doll was in her arms.
Geraldine picked the doll up with great care. Its hair was a bit dry at the tips. The pink dress that was so lovely to look at smelled faintly musty, a tell-tale sign of its age. Turning it over revealed a small, yellow water stain on its frilly, white panties. Other than that, Geraldine would have never guessed that the doll was anything but new. It was even more grand to behold while cradled in her arms.
“You wanted to buy her for yourself, didn’t you?” Judy asked.
“Ah!” Geraldine clutched the doll a bit tighter. “No, I…”
“It’s quite all right,” Judy laughed. “I bought her when I was about your age. There is no shame in collecting toys.”
Geraldine looked down at the doll. Its big, blue eyes seemed to beckon her even more now that an inch of store window was no longer between them. She couldn’t tear her own eyes away.
“I… I don’t… I probably can’t afford…I…”
And sweet, young Geraldine, always so poised and precise and impressive in her manner, found herself at a loss for words for the first time in years.
“I’m rather fond of that doll,” Judy said, “but, if you like her that much, you can buy her for thirty dollars.”
“What! Are you certain?” Her voice was much louder than usual. “But you’ve had her for so long that I can’t possibly–“
“This is a one-time deal.” Judy winked. “Besides, it’s my toy store and my dolly. I can sell her if I want to. You seem like a very nice young woman who will take care of her well.”
When Geraldine rode the bus home, she was thirty dollars poorer.
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter One.
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