Asking for a Friend
The stress of the day flowed from my veins, but apparently not before Denise had noticed it.
“Annie, didn’t you say you wanted to have a tea party with Nikita and Rory?” Denise named Annie’s two favorite dolls. One was a gift I got her last Christmas, a blonde with blue eyes just like her. Rory, on the other hand, only had one eye and Annie had cut her hair when she was four, giving the poor doll a chunky bob, where her hair had once hung to her waist.
They were both seated at the little table, but the tea set was in Annie’s room. Her eyes lit up at the reminder. “Oh, yeah. I forgot. Can we carry on coloring later?”