This was the first time mom and dad took us to visit Becky and her family who lived in the little brick house at the entrance of the trailer park. We lived in a little white house across the same entrance of the park. Becky was a tad bit older than my big sister, Anna. Becky had strawberry blond hair, she alway wore short sleeved knee length dresses just like I saw on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The first time I saw Becky I thought she was the same girl from that movie. Becky had an older brother who was away in the military. Becky was basically an only child and acted as such.
"Go play with Becky in her room." Mom said. Mrs. Miller, Becky's mom nodded.
"No." I pleaded with mom but she insisted.
"Go Lisa. We'll call for you when we are finished talking." Mom said very politely.
I looked at Becky's mom who scared me. She wore a big colorful dress that hid her whole body. She sat on the couch smoking a cigarette next to a man who I assumed was her husband and Becky's daddy. He wore a pair of jeans with a long sleeved button up blue striped shirt. He had black hair not only on his head but above his lips that if his hair was yellow it could have been a banana.
Mom and Dad sat in the straight back chairs to either side of the couch. Dad put out his cigarette and motioned for us to leave.
Anna took my hand and we followed Becky to her room. As soon as we got into the room, Becky slammed the door behind us.
"Anna, you get over there and Lisa, you go over there!" Becky demanded pointing to the places she mentioned.
"Anna, you get to play with Malibu Barbie. And here Lisa, you get to play with Malibu Ken." She shoved him at me.
Becky's room had a large white shelf lined with barbies. Small little outfits stuffed in baggies all over the floor and a wooden-framed, two-story barbie house so big that I could hide in the middle of it, covered her green shag carpet between her bed and shelf. Two brown horses were tied to a piece of wood attached to the house.
"My Uncle Bobby made this for me for my birthday so don't you break it or I'll break your fingers." She gave me a glance that made me want to pee in my pants.
"Can I play with this barbie?" I picked up a red haired barbie.
"No! That's Talking Barbie and I can't let you play with her because you might break her! But you can play with Fancy That Purple Barbie."
Fancy That Purple Barbie had grayish hair and a skimpy brown dress that didn't match. Anna picked up a beautiful doll from the dresser with a piece of ribbon that said "Miss America."
"Can I play with her?" Anna asked.
"No! That is Walk Lively Miss America Doll. I got her for my birthday. I had to eat three whole boxes of Kelloggs Corn Flakes to get her, Yuck!" Becky made a sour look. "Mommy had to mail the bar codes into Kelloggs with $5.00 and they sent me this one of a kind doll." She held it close to her chest and put it on her shelf up high.
"I am gonna play with Majestic Blue Barbie who also won Miss America first. Anna, Malibu Barbie is jealous of Miss America and Lisa, Malibu Ken wants her so you gotta chase her all over the house." Becky pretented that she was running from us.
I wanted to take Ken and put a dress on him with a purse but Becky kept telling me no, that's not how to play. Becky started demanding Anna and I to play this way and that way. She told us what our dolls would say. If I wanted Ken to ride a horse, she demanded that I let her doll go first. If I wanted to pretend Ken was going to sleep, she told me that Ken has to make dinner and clean the house first. Anna went along with Becky about most of the things. Becky would call me a cry baby when I didn't want to do something and Anna would repeat the same thing to me
After what seemed to be hours to a little girl, I was getting thursty and needed to use the potty. When I got up and went to the door, Becky jumped up in front of me pointing her finger at me.
"No! You are not leaving. You are my prisoner!" She stood there with her arms folded. I looked over at Anna who just sat there. Becky grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down.
"You can't do that to my sister." Anna got up. She ran to the door to open it but it wouldn't open.
"It's locked from the outside stupid."
"Why?" Anna asked and started banging on the door. Becky just laughed and went back to playing with her wooden doll house and Miss America doll. When mom opened the door, I went running to her. As I looked back, we left Becky sitting on the floor, holding her Miss America Barbie, giggling and snickering all by herself.
