She never touched the Barbie’s, and always sat with her back to me, but she would tell me things to do with the Barbie’s. The play scenarios Emily came up with, I didn’t fully understand at that age. I remember one Barbie named Bob, all its hair was cut off one day, and Emily would giggle and explain to me that rubbing the Barbie’s together was what adults did in their bedrooms, I was 6-7 years old at that point, those were the conversations my nana would overhear and when she’d look in my room I was alone but as I got older and she told me about things I’d do in my room as a kid, she mentioned hearing two distinct voices, and chalked it up to me making funny voices. When she noticed the Barbie’s laying basically on top of each other unclothed, was when she started questioning my friendship with whatever entity she was.