He killed them with their love.
Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.
It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.
Adults are the real monsters.
Terror. When you come home and notice everything you own has been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you-you hear it-you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around there’s nothing there.
Drive away and try to keep smiling. Get a little rock and roll on the radio and go toward life with all the courage you can find and all the belief you can muster. Be true, be brave, stand.