Chapter 23 Illicit Obsession

• But looking at the box, it’s clear there’s absolutely no way of peeking in because it’s sealed shut with plenty of sturdy packing tape. Of course it is. I would need a box cutter to open this thing, but then, I won’t be able to reseal it and pretend like nothing happened.
• But am I willing to risk it? A few days ago I would have said no. But that was a few days ago, and back then, I was a different woman. Now, I’m the new Chrissy, and I’m a sassy girl who’s boldly substituted myself for a doll not once, but twice. Clearly, I’m discovering parts of myself that were previously buried in the sand. So yes, maybe I could do it. Maybe I should. Besides, what if I opened the box anddidn’thide my actions? What if I totally own the decision, and use it as a segue to start my conversation with Brad?
• Suddenly deciding this is a good plan, I rush back into the kitchen and rifle through the drawers. Somewhere here, there has to be a box cutter. I could use a regular kitchen knife, of course, but if I want my plan to work, I need to open the box as precisely as possible. The third drawer I look in contains some random kitchen utensils like lighters, grilling skewers, and yes, box cutters. Bingo! I grab one before rushing into the hallway, excited to tear open the package and see what the doll looks like. Then I’ll put my plan in motion.