Her daddy smoked Camels, and mommy smoked Pall Malls. All the mommies smoked Pall Malls. Camels smelled different.

“You give her too much,” her grandma complained. There were a lot of gifts this year, and maybe it was because daddy hadn’t been home since before Thanksgiving, but he was there today, and so was a pile of small wrapped boxes. Each one had a doll inside.

He had picked her up for a rare cuddle when he arrived, but didn’t see the scabs on her hands. It was easy to open up the skin with one prick of the pin.


Image: Christmas, 1957