One August, Sophie went to go visit her family in Ecuador and brought me back a doll, one wearing a cerulean shawl and a woolen wrap skirt. The doll's flesh is a tawny translucent plastic, and pleated black threads stitched into the middle of her three-inch-head that expand up and out, delineating a strong center part. The doll's eyes are glassy, with shrunken spider legs for eyelashes. Though there is clearly nothing behind them, she looks so intently focused.