As a child, he’d always been told dolls were for girls. Which was why the collector made him uneasy, cradling the porcelain doll lovingly between his grey fingers.
Buster sensed the doll’s huge cash value and his greed had made him hunt out the collector.
He was beginning to regret having it valued in this squalid little shop. But it was called ‘life of dolls’.
Small, wet tuts of appreciation escaped the old man’s mouth..
“I love dolls. Especially when they bring me something so fun to play with,” the old man says. Slipping past Buster to lock the door.