New Boy

by Tracy Chevalier

My mommy told me If I was goody That she would buy me A rubber dolly My sister told her I kissed a soldier Now she won’t buy me That rubber dolly Now I am dead And in my grave And there beside me A rubber dolly

Sometimes Mimi got déjà vu several times a day, and it began to seem as if she were juddering through dreams interspersed with shafts of reality.