Inside her Mind
As I walked into apartment 3, I looked around and notice that the apartment was cluttered with lots of dolls. Every wall had dolls from the floor to the ceiling it was kind of creepy, “oh you like them” she asked. Oh very nice, what was your name again “I am Caroline Walton, I have lived in this building for over 30 years. Oh nice so you know, Betsy you said her name is “oh yes, we use to be friends as children. She uses to live here with her husband and children, but they left about 15 years ago, and that is when she lost it. Our parents grew up in the neighborhood together, we went to the same schools until high school. Then I went away to school and came back my mom was ill so I came home to take care of her. These are her dolls; I keep them around because they make me feel like she is still around. I always say I want to get rid of them but can’t bring myself to do it. Anyway, have a seat dear, my mom passed 7 years ago and I stood behind, I didn’t have anyone else to return to in Paris where I lived. I don’t have children or was never married. I knew Betsy's children she has a son and two daughters, I believe they are all married and have children of their own. If I recall correctly her oldest daughter was only 10 yrs. old when their father took them with him. It was quite the sandal, she had just lost her father who lived in the building next door. Her husband did not allow the child to talk to him or even visit him since the day they were born, being that it was rumored that he poisoned her mother. You see her father was not all right in the mind and everyone in the neighborhood knew. Poor Betsy was taunted in school for it, her mother died they said she took her own life when she was just 5 yrs. old.
