Crying Through Plastic Eyes by Regina Puckett

Regina Puckett
By Regina Puckett February 23, 2013 11:31

Crying Through Plastic Eyes by Regina Puckett


What do you get when you add a messy divorce, a room filled with creepy dolls and a six year old? You get two days of living in hell.

According to the author, this book contains more than two words of profanity per page.

The author has rated this book PG-13 (questionable content for children under 13).


Sassy sniffed the air and began howling. Krissy dropped the doll and covered her ears.

“Mom. Make her stop!”

Not knowing which one was making the most noise but determined to bring to an end some of it, Destiny picked up the dog. The moment she did Sassy stopped howling and buried her face in the crook of her arm. The small terrier was trembling, but she continued to express her displeasure by letting out a low rumbling sound that verged on becoming a growl at any moment. “What is wrong with you? Are you jealous of a doll? You’ve never acted like this before.”

Destiny tucked the small terrier under her arm and looked over at Krissy. I’ll lock her in my bathroom for a little while. I think you being away from so long must have upset her more than I thought. Maybe she can get a short nap and all will be better in an hour or two.”

She glanced over at the clothes hanging out of her daughter’s dresser drawers. The room had been spotless before Krissy’s return home. “Stop playing long enough to straighten this room up. I’ll have dinner ready in about thirty minutes. Clean your room, wash your hands and face and I’ll holler for you when the food is on the table.”

Destiny headed out but stopped at the door and turned. “I’m happy to see you, Baby. I sure have missed you. Did you have fun this weekend with your dad?”

Krissy bunched her face into a comical knot while she thought over the question. “Daddy kept kissing Beverly. Every time I came into the room, he yelled for me to get back into my room. I don’t like Beverly. She kept taking her blouse off. Why did she keep taking her blouse off for, Mommy?”

Destiny had no idea how to answer this question. “Maybe she was hot.”

Krissy nodded and looked thoughtful for a minute. “That’s what Daddy said. I thought he must be teasing though, because all weekend long Beverly kept complaining about how low Daddy had the air set. She made him rub her feet because they were cold.”

Okay. There was a much needed talk coming about what was appropriate to do when Krissy was at Tony’s house and what wasn’t. The man obviously had no clue how to keep his jeans zipped. She sighed. “Maybe her chest was hot but her feet were cold.”

Krissy giggled. “You’re silly, Mommy.”

Destiny smiled but pointed toward the clothes hanging out of the dresser drawers. “I know, but don’t forget to clean your mess up. Dinner is in a few minutes.” She closed the door, but could still clearly hear Krissy talking to her doll. It was so good to have her back in the house.

She pulled the dog around so they were eye to eye. “No howling or growling in the house. You’re going to have to learn to share Krissy.”

Sassy whined.

“I know. I don’t much like it either, but it’s a fact of life. Learn to cope like everyone else.”

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