Reinette sat on her bed, brushing out a dolls hair. She was already ten and being told that dolls were much too childish, but oh how she loved this one. It had the hair from an actual child, and it was so very soft. It was the sister she never had and how she adored talking to it.
Jumping up from her bed, she ran to the window and looked out up at the sky. There were thousands of stars out already thought it couldn't be later than eight at night. Placing her doll with great care on the windowsill, Jeanne went to point at star. "Look at that one, Marie!" She whispered in excitement, her face falling as soon as she felt her hand brush against the porcelin and silk of her dress, the doll falling two stories to the ground.
Seeing a young boy below her, she tried to keep her voice quiet. "Boy, could you pick her up?"