Ed Lims daughter, Monique, was a junior now, but as shed grown up, he and his wife had noted with dismay that there were no dolls that looked like her. At ten, Monique had begun poring over a mail-order doll catalog as if it were a bookexpensive dolls, with n ames and stories and historical outfits, absurdly detailed and even more absurdly expensive.Jenny Cohen has this one, shed told them, her finger tracing the outline of a blond doll that did indeed resemble Jenny Cohen: sweet faced with heavy bangs, slightly stocky. 'And they just made a new one with red hair. Her moms getting it for her sister Sarah for Hannukkah. Sarah Cohen had flaming red hair, the color of a penny in the summer sun. But there was no doll with black hair, let alone a face that looked anything like Moniques. Ed Lim had gone to four different toy stores searching for a Chinese doll; he would have bought it for his daughter, whatever the price, but no such thing ex
