Art, part two. Ch. 06
Art finds out about Dr. Heidi's land of the dolls.
Heidi's place was an up-scale neighborhood of narrow brick row houses or townhouses. They shared common walls and looked like they were four or five stories high. The first level was a garage and a front entrance that must have led directly upstairs. Heidi pulled her Mini-Cooper into the garage and there sat a nice shiny American Harley Motorcycle. "Wow, whose bike?"
"It's mine, Jonesy. You're looking at my pride and joy on wheels. That's a 1250 V Rod Muscle machine with a Hard Tail."
This was a woman who's a bit different. I know a lot of women ride motorcycles, but not many want to wrestle with one that size. I was impressed. "Come on I'll give you a quick tour of my place and then maybe I can dig us up something to eat. I live alone and eat when I feel like it so the food choices are limited, but we won't starve. Maybe I'll give you a ride on my bike later."
Each floor was narrow with windows only on the ends. The second floor was a decent sized kitchen and eating area and a comfortable looking living or sitting room. The third floor had a den in the front and toward the back there was a fairly large bedroom and bathroom. The front of the townhouse was a busy street, but there was a small park in the back that provided some greenery and privacy. Off the bedroom was a small balcony overlooking the park. "In case you're wondering where you'll sleep, the couch in the den opens up into a bed. I love this room. With the sliding doors to the balcony open I can hear all the sights and sounds of the outside. The traffic noises at night aren't much and they really don't intrude. We all pay for the arboretum you see out back and it brings Mother Nature almost right into the room. I sleep in the buff, and unless someone's hanging in those trees out there, I have complete privacy without closing the drapes."
"The spiral staircase over there leads to my workshop on the top floor. I have a small lift that goes from the garage to the top floor so I can bring up all my supplies. Well what do you think of my home, Jonesy?"
"You're asking someone who normally lives in a two box like rooms called an 'efficiency apartment' to comment on your home? I don't know much about Heidi the person, but what I've seen so far fits my first impression of you. I like your no nonsense kitchen and your comfortable living room. I only had a glimpse of the bookcase along one wall, but I saw an eclectic mix of books, from classics and science to contemporary novels. You probably spend considerable time reading, and I'll bet the chair in the corner of your bedroom is your favorite reading place. Your whole place is furnished with things you like and I doubt you give a rat's ass what other people think of your selection. The only note that doesn't fit is all of the dolls. I wasn't counting, but each room has an assortment. There so many I had the impression each room seemed occupied with 'people'. I noticed they were all dressed or outfitted to represent different characters or professions, some I would guess came from classic stories."
"Jonesy, you continue to amaze me. You're right, the corner of my bedroom is my favorite reading place and I don't give a 'rat's ass' what other people think about my selections. You didn't comment on the obvious. My home is a solitary place without any accommodation for anyone else. My 'dolls' are part of that solitary life and have been for a long time. It's not that I'm particularly anti-social; I just enjoy my own company. I have a few close friends like Lisa, who spend time with me here, but mostly it's me and my dolls. I assign names and personalities to them and they fill in the gaps in my life. But all of this touches a part of me I don't think I'm ready to share with you. Let me show you my workshop; maybe that will answer some questions."