Mannequin 3
It was mostly deserted in Junior Miss.
“This will be a good conversation piece for our dining room table,” he said, sawing the head off of the Sears mannequin.
“Hold still, you,” he whispered.
“Who - you know she can’t understand you anymore, right?” she asked.
“Of course,” he replied, and suppressed a laugh. He winked at the severed head, before putting it into a garbage bag for safekeeping.
