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The miniature dress is taking shape – it has a bodice and<br />
skirt that exactly matches the one Kitty is wearing. And it isn’t<br />
just limp fabric either. It is beginning to bulge and swell. The old<br />
woman must also be sewing a doll to wear the dress, building it<br />
up as she goes.<br />
Another flash of lightning, and Kitty wonders sleepily why<br />
she can’t seem to hear anything anymore.<br />
‘Am I dreaming?’ she murmurs, and her voice sounds like it’s<br />
coming from a long way away.<br />
As she speaks, the old woman stops stitching for a moment.<br />
Kitty blinks.<br />
‘Did you hear me?’ she says.<br />
The old woman’s paper-thin lips suck inward over her gums,<br />
then she blinks her milky eyes and resumes her sewing.<br />
The fire is blazing when Kitty awakens for the third time. The room<br />
is illuminated and the old woman is bent over her work, the needle<br />
flying in and out of the fabric. The doll has arms and legs now, and a<br />
head with yellow woollen hair. In the light of the fire, Kitty can see the<br />
diamond-shaped scraps of newsprint more clearly, can even read some<br />
of the words:<br />
Maisie Gummer<br />
missing<br />
Elizabeth Finch<br />
Harriet Larkin<br />
unable to recover<br />
girl of fourteen<br />
Bessie Smythe<br />
searched in vain<br />
Some of the newspaper diamonds look old. Very old.<br />
A flash of gold glints on the old woman’s finger as she reaches<br />
for a scrap of yellow fabric. She is wearing a ring, a simple thing<br />
set with a single ruby. Kitty has seen it before.<br />
That ring, she wants to say … That ring belonged to my<br />
cousin Ruth.<br />
But when she opens her mouth to say it, nothing comes out<br />
but croaks and wheezes. Maybe she has caught a chill. The old<br />
woman – is she so old, after all? – places careful stitches on the<br />
doll’s face – a pretty, bow-shaped mouth under an elegant nose.<br />
Who are you, Kitty tries to say. What did you do to Ruth?<br />
What are you doing to me?<br />
The woman’s mouth forms the shape of words, but Kitty<br />
can’t hear.<br />
For a fourth and final time, Kitty opens her eyes. She blinks heavily,<br />
trying to shake sleep away. The hut blurs around the edges. Once<br />
more, Kitty tries to rise from the chair, but she cannot move at all.<br />
Coloured fabric flashes before her and she sees that the woman has<br />
somehow exchanged clothes with her during the night. Now it is she<br />
who is wearing the beautiful coloured dress, and Kitty is just wearing<br />
rags.<br />
The woman’s red lips curl in a smile as she makes another<br />
stitch.<br />
It’s getting harder for Kitty to open her eyes after each blink.<br />
Stitch.<br />
Kitty sees the doll in her coloured dress, red bow mouth<br />
pursed shut. The woman is placing the last few stitches, the doll’s<br />
piercing blue eyes and dark lashes.<br />
Stitch.<br />
The woman glances at Kitty with eyes that are the same<br />
precise shade of blue.<br />
Stitch.<br />
The woman rises from her chair with a single graceful, fluid<br />
movement. Kitty’s sight grows dim. The last thing she sees is the<br />
woman move towards her. Then everything is milky grey and,<br />
no matter how many times she blinks, Kitty can’t see anything.<br />
She feels the doll pressed into her hands and, as she grips it, the<br />
stitches come undone and the doll collapses into tiny scraps of<br />
fabric and paper.<br />
Kitty feels the faint brushing of air as the woman passes her.<br />
Muscles creaking and aching, she manages to move her hand.<br />
She reaches out, groping until her paper-dry skin brushes the<br />
cool steel of a needle. She grasps it with twisted fingers, and with<br />
her other hand reaches for a tiny piece of fabric and a diamondshaped<br />
scrap of newspaper.<br />
Stitch.<br />
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