looks like a doll like one of them porcelain dolls something so fragile and precious you should put high on a shelf to keep safe and never never touch.       Mom had a bunch of them three shelves full âtil Pop had enough he said he couldnât stand them all staring while he was sleeping. And he didnât want me and Jimmy near no girly shit neither he said no sons of his were gonna wind up fags. So Mom had to pack them up she wrapped them in that bubble stuff she taped the boxes real good so no dust would get in and she left them in Grandmaâs basement. I still remember them I remember their faces all smooth and delicate their eyes so wide so innocent like nothing badâs ever happened to them. Pure thatâs it they were so pure.       Sheâs like that.       Hey Doll, I said thatâs what I called her without even thinking. I almost didnât go over there she was with frigging Amy Farber her crowd donât see me even when they see me. But she had those big blue eyes like my momâs dolls so I went.       She said something âbout the movies I didnât know what she was talking about. I thought she was pissed but then she smiled and it was okay.       Her hairâs like those dollsâ too. Long and glossy. And wavy. Itâs wavy like you could just unfurl your fingers in it and set course.       You could just drift far far away.       There was all this noise in there. There was people yakking on line ordering donuts and shit there was registers ringing there was tip cups clinking there was background music some kind of top forty whining b.s. but when we started talking there was only our voices.       Sheâs new here sheâs from New York, she said. You could tell she had class she was wearing a top that actually fit her it covered her not like these girls who let their stomachs hang out all over the place like thatâs supposed to be attractive. I must be crazy even talking to her, I thought. Sheâs probably used to all these rich fancy dudes but the way she kept looking at me I thought, Well maybe â¦.       There was all these eyes watching. There was Jimmy and the guys at the table there was frigging Amy there was the people buying donuts and shit there was the people ringing shit up. But when we looked at each other there was only us.       So I introduced myself I didnât wanna stick out my hand partly âcause itâs a disaster all twisted up from fights and I thought for sure it would spook her but also âcause she looked like a doll like one of Momâs dolls and you shouldnât ever touch them they might break.       But I did it. I forced myself âcause thatâs what youâre supposed to do especially when someoneâs from a place all classy and polished like New York thatâs what they do there and anyway I canât lie I really did wanna do it, I wanted to touch her.       And she took it.       She took it.       I thought she wasnât gonna but she slipped her soft soft fingers round my rough scabby hand.       She touched me she touched me she touched me and something warm crackled through my body. It didnât start in me it didnât start in her it started right between our hands like two sticks rubbing like some kind of friction we caused together.       For sure I thought sheâd drop my hand like a hot potato and run right outta Dunkinâ Donuts but she didnât.       She said her name