By
Charles Richard Laing
When my daughter's favorite doll threatened to kill me, I did what any rational
human being would do.
I made a deal.
I would buy her pretty new clothes every week. I would buy her the dream house
that could only be purchased through the catalog. And -- though it broke my heart
-- I would get her a brand new little girl to play with as soon as possible.
Until then, however, it's just Annie Apples and me.
The End