THE DOLL Yard Sale
Marge Benson circled and underlined the last of three yard sales in the newspaper. It was a block yard sale which meant there would be lots of goodies and hopefully a treasure or two. She folded the newspaper, drank the last of her coffee and placed the empty cup in the sink. “Okay, girls, let’s go.” “Mom, do we have to?” “Clarise isn’t available to babysit so you're stuck with your mother. I know this is cruel and unusual punishment but there’s nothing to be done about it. Where’s your sister?” “She’s next door, hiding.” “From you or me?” “From you and your yard sales. Don’t you have enough dolls?” “It’s my hobby ... the one thing I enjoy doing besides keeping you and your sister out of trouble. Someday you’ll have babies of your own and you’ll be begging me for a few of them.” “But you won’t let us have them, right?” “Right. Okay, here’s a promise. Let’s do the three yards sales without any more complaining, and I’ll do anything you want the rest of the ...