Trina first saw the android in the window of Saks Fifth Avenue.
It had golden gears, and a golden brown skin that sold separately.
Trina pulled out her bench and sat with her dolly, Madison.
‘He looks like Father?’ Trina said.
‘Your Father was shinier,’ replied Madison.
“Father twinkled like the moon on a windswept beach.”
Madison cringed and wrinkled her nose.
Trina continued: “Father was on a plane to Hawaii when the hurricanes struck. He went down like a meteor over Cher in Nantucket: poor father.”
“Why Cher in Nantucket?”
“She has the right syllables.”
Trina stood and moved the bench closer to the window.
‘The bot is browner than Father, but I rather like it.”
“Your Father didn’t have abs like that!”
Trina sat Madison on her lap. “How would you know!”
Madison giggled, “That day you left me in the bathroom; I watched
your Father take a…
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