Cadenza lay sprawled on the ground, sobbing. Her arm - her hand - burned, agony running up her spine. Her thoughts were disjointed, but she raised her head to look at Trace. "Wh - why?" she whimpered, not really expecting an answer.
Melody licked a drip off of her cone. "Yeah. It's not much of a story. So I had read in a book that if you made a doll with someone's hair, you could do things and make them like you. He found it."
There's more to the story, she's just condensing it because she's embarrassed.
Cadenza bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. A squeak slipped out and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the tree. Gosh, that hurt.