Dare Wright | The Lonely Doll | 1957

Dear Edith,

I know that you are lonely and rattling around that big ol’ apartment and that the pigeons won’t give you the time of day, but I truly truly think that it is far too early in the game for you to have to settle. I mean, Mr. Bear’s fur is rather soft and his necktie is jaunty and Little Bear can be quite the cut-up, but I also think, and I’m not trying to judge you in any way, that your relationship with the two of them is NOT HEALTHY.

From what you’ve told me, Little Bear has been pressuring you to do things that make you uncomfortable, and Mr. Bear—well, I know that he said that he was sorry after he hit you and acted super-contrite and bought you all those flowers—but an abuser is an abuser and no amount of apologizing is going to change that fact.

But it ultimately comes down to this: what do you really know about those two? Where did they come from? Why do they feel that they have the right to just move in and take over? And that strange moratorium of Mr. Bear’s on makeup and high heels—what is up with that? Babydoll, you need to throw those two out on their furry little asses, and you need to do it now.

I’m telling you this as a friend. Even if you won’t listen.

Much love,
Lisa Brown