of her in the motor home."
"So a doll was made of a real person. Why?" "You'll understand when you see it and the
other things," I said.
"Everything all right?" Trevor called to us from
the small vineyard as we walked toward the motor
home. I knew he was really calling only to me. "Yes, thank you. Trevor," I shouted back. Tyler waved to him but said nothing, and
Trevor didn't wave back. He barely nodded. "As Mrs. Westington would say, the jury's still
out as far as his opinion of me," he said as we
continued. "That's all right. It's good that he's so
protective of them." He glanced at me. "Looks like
he's getting to be just as protective of you."
"Believe me, I don't mind." I said. "I haven't
had anyone protective of me for a long, long time." "I guess not," he said, and then paused when we
reached the motor home. "There's a car. too." "Yes, that was my car. Uncle Palaver hitched it
on after I found him."
He studied me and the way I was looking at the
vehicle. "It's hard for you to go in there, I bet." "Yes."
"We don't have to do it. It's really not that
important"
"No. I've got to do something with Destiny.
Now is as good a time as any. C'mon," I said, and
led
him to the door. "Have you ever been in one of these
before?"
"No," he replied. After we went up the steps,
opened the door, and entered, he said. "Pretty neat." "Yes. This part can be expanded after the motor
home is parked."
I led him down to Uncle Palaver's bedroom. He stood gaping at the Destiny doll, I hurried to the dresser that contained her clothes and began to dress
the doll.
"There's a picture of them together, the real