Kels?â
Kelsey showed her the marks on Amy Joâs forehead, the stitches on her body, the boot, the lace, the clip. âAnd I didnât make this shalwar qameez , Nanna. She came like this.â
âWait a minute, Kels. Iâm confused. Tell me how you got her, again.â Nanna Roseâs voice sounded quiet and tense.
âNanna, the story came true. A man and a girl gave her to me. It was Shakila, my friend. They must have been the ones who bought her in the bazaar. Nanna, how did you know?â
âI â I didnât. I donât understandââ
âWas it because we used Shakilaâs name?â
âI just told you a story, thatâs all, with help from you, Kels.â
Amy Joâs eyes were blinking and suddenly Kelsey didnât want to ask any more questions.
âAmy Jo can hear us, Nanna, and I donât want to upset her. Thank you for telling the story or she might not have arrived at all.â
Nanna Roseâs face grew very pale.
âAre you okay, Mum?â Kelseyâs dad asked.
âI think so, itâs just so strange.â Then she smiled again. âBut itâs also amazing.â
When Dad shut down the laptop Kelsey took Amy Jo to her room.
âYou are incredible, Amy Jo. More special than anyone in the story knew.â
Amy Jo blinked her eyes as Kelsey hugged her tightly.
âWe will have so much fun. Especially since I know you have feelings. Wait till I tell Shakila.â
Kelsey undid Amy Joâs plait and brushed her golden hair. Then she put Rubiâs clip back in.
âYou can sleep with me every night,â Kelsey said. âYouâre home now.â
T hat night moonlight shone through the window as Amy Jo lay cuddled in the crook of Kelseyâs arm. It was just what she had wished for when she waited for so long on the shelf in the Teddy Bear Shop: someone to love her. Amy Jo had completed her quest at last.
She knew now there were many people to love her, like Zebi, Rubi and the old tailor, but Kelsey was the one she was chosen for.
Amy Jo opened her eyes and watched Kelsey breathingsoftly.Kelseyâs fair eyelashes quivered and her golden hair curled around her cheek. If Amy Jo could move she would have reached out and touched Kelseyâs face.
Abu â Dad
accha â good
Alhamdulillah â God be praised
Allah â God, usually used by Muslims in Pakistan
ao â come
beta â son
beti â daughter
billie â cat
chai â sweet milky tea
chapatti â flat bread cooked on the stove
charpai â a light bed with a string or rope netting; often called a string bed
chup â quiet
dost â friend
gudiya â doll (pronounced goodiya)
hathi â elephant
janab â sir
ji â yes (short for ji hahn ). Also used after names as respect
Khuda â God, usually used by Christians in Pakistan
qameez â shirt or top
rupee â the monetary currency of Pakistan
salaam â hello (meaning peace to you)
salaam ji â hello dear one
samosa â a fried pastry filled with vegetables or minced meat
shalwar â baggy pants or trousers
shalwar qameez â outfit of clothes with baggy long pants and long loose shirt
shukriya â thank you
teik hai â fine, okay
Ummie â Mum
wah â bravo, wow
Kelsey and the Quest of the Porcelain Doll is based on stories I told my own daughter, Lenore, in Pakistan when I knew a porcelain doll was on its way to her for Christmas from her nanna. She called the doll in the story Amy Jo after Amy Jo Inniger who was her âbig sisterâ in boarding school. Lenore never guessed that the stories were about a doll intended for her and when she opened her gift from Nanna she got such a surprise and named the real doll Amy Jo too. Lenore and I canât remember the exact stories about the doll but the concept of Kelsey and the Quest of the Porcelain Doll is the same. I loved the
William Meikle, Wayne Miller