Expressionless. Smiles and grimaces wiped off of a kind face. An emotionless emoticon, with hard, blank eyes and no lips. Just eyes and blonde braids, and just eyes and cold hands and a cold gown and just eyes. Her companion exhibits the full range of emotions, from frowning, frowning, upset, to elated, but stolen. All stolen to magnify, exponentially so. He has swiped it from her, as if she does not matter. Nothing she does matters, nothing she thinks or says or feels. He tells her to go play with dolls, so she plays soccer instead. “Un shoot terrible,” he says and they’re married, and what she says does not matter, so she never gets a say in the matter.