But I couldn't stop crying. After supper, while Mother was doing the dishes, my father asked about my tears so gently that I decided to let him see Ruby. I held the doll, and ever so gingerly lifted the cover from her face. He didn't say a word about what I had done. My father stood there and stroked his cheek like he often did when he was thinking.
Lets go out to the garage.
I followed him, snubbing and hugging Ruby. I let him look. My father got firm. Do not come near this garage for four whole days. I do not even want you to peek in here.