House Of Gord Dollmaker -

The Dollmaker turned the key. The doll’s head rotated 180 degrees with a perfect, ratcheted tick . Her empty eyes now stared straight at the woman in diamonds.

The guest shivered.

Upon it stood Her .

She wore a maid’s cap, starched white, tilted at a jaunty angle.

“Would you like a closer look?” the Dollmaker asked. “I have another piece in the workshop. One that smiles.” House Of Gord Dollmaker

One of the guests, a woman in diamonds, leaned forward. “Is she… is she aware?”

The woman stepped back. The bellows sighed. The party continued. The Dollmaker turned the key

A silver cart rolled up beside her. Behind it, wearing welder’s goggles and a tuxedo jacket, was . He didn’t speak to the guests. He spoke only to it .