Gloria told me when I arrived at work two days later. Maybe he’d mailed them both at the same time and this one took longer. This time it was a box about a foot square and six inches deep. It was neatly wrapped, just like the last one, with typed mailing and return-address labels. This one felt too light to be books. I was about to carry it up to my office when Kwan appeared. “Another present? Since when are you so popular?” He eyed the return label. “Something new from your brother? Let’s have a look.” This time I figured, hell, why not. I set down my other mail and started to work on the package. I ripped off the brown paper. Underneath was a brown cardboard box. It was taped shut. Gloria handed me a pair of scissors. I slit the tape. I opened the box flaps, peeled back some tissue paper. A doll’s leg and arm were on top. That was odd. I poked them aside. Underneath was a half a doll body, cut up the middle. Inside the hollow of its chest was the doll’s head, the eyes popped out.
