“Growth is a kind of doll to me. Though I must say I don’t play with dolls anymore.”
“What’s that?”
The Other Newspaper’s reporter points at the doll on the floor.
“It’s something private. Something invisible. Something I play with. No. Did I just say that?”
“You said it.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
“What did I say?”
“You said that you are playing with the doll.”
“But that’s Trine. Come here Trine. Easy now. Mommy’s here.”
