My dear friends,     I was cleaning up the doll room last night, feeling free to spend a week doing that instead of the many projects piling up.  Then I realized that my work is not done here. I can't leave you all without some royal closure. So off we go!       Victoire:  I'm not accustomed to waiting.   Emmanuelle: Well we certainly didn't want to give him advanced notice.          Tallulah and Victor stroll home from dinner.   Victor: Someone needs to rid the sidewalks of the skateboards. Someone is going to break their neck.  Tallulah: You're becoming quite the curmudgeon in your old age, sir.        Victor: Oh dear.  Tallulah: It seems they've found you at last.        Tallulah:  Your Benevolent Highnesses  Victoire: Ah, at least someone has some manners around here.      Victoire: Unlike you, Brother.  Victor: My darling sisters. How I've missed you.  Emmanuelle: We've been so worried Victor.     Victoire: Thank you for the tea, Ms. Wilde. But eh.... ...
The Care and Feeding of Plastic People