a feather boa, a straw hat, an Easter bonnet, some miniature golf clubs, a little chequebook, perfume, bath salts, body lotion...
He broke off and glanced keenly at Momo, who was sitting amid this clutter of toys with a stunned expression on her face.
“You see,” he said, “it's quite simple. As long as you go on getting more and more things, you'll never grow bored.”
I know what you're going to say: Sooner or later, Lola will have everything, and then I'll be bored again.
Well, there's no fear of that. Here we have the perfect boyfriend for Lola.
This time, when he reached into the trunk, he produced a boy doll. It was the same size as Lola and just as lifelike.
“Look,” he said, “this is Butch. He has any number of nice things, too,”
and when you get bored with him we can supply a girlfriend for Lola with masses of outfits that won't fit anyone but her.
Butch has a friend, too, and his friend has friends of his own, and so on ad infinitum.
“So you see, you need never get bored because the game can go on forever. There's always something left to wish for.”
As he spoke, the man in gray took doll after doll from the trunk, whose contents seemed inexhaustible.
Momo continued to sit there, watching him rather apprehensively, while he arrayed them on the ground beside her.
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