. Sex “Wendy, you are my daughter, I don’t expect you to be perfect . “No, mummy said that grown girls didn’t need dollies.” Wendy said looking down and sounding sad. . Which was where Martha found us, she came to ask us for help bring in Wendy’s clothes, and she smiled at us. and a cat, a black cat, lived there” I thought back . . I called over a sales assistant and told her that I wanted my daughter, Wendy beamed as I said that, to be dressed completely as a young girl should be. . this is how . I thanked the nurse for her attentiveness and said goodbye to the Sister, then Wendy, Martha and I stepped out of the ward and then the hospital itself. I called over a sales assistant and told her that I wanted my daughter, Wendy beamed as I said that, to be dressed completely as a young girl should be. “Don’t worry about that Wendy. “John. . For how long?” I asked her. I think.” I said to the, now dead, phone. . “I’ve already told you don’t worry. . She looked at me, with a strange look in her eyes, “I do not now, it’s just that I used to dream of this house.” She said softly.
