 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
"You're welcome. I reasoned I hadn't imagined that door slamming,'' Rachel told Azura. She was glad she hadn't been hurt either by the shoe or the fall, yes. She now looked back at Haddie. "But you had to have been in at least a partial state of consciousness,'' she told her best friend shrewdly. She shook her head at Ailsa. The cousins were actually agreeing on something. "Okay. Let's just say Haddie was too sleepy to realise what she was doing. You can stop glaring at me.'' She smiled at her friend, knowing that it wasn't really a glare; just a pretend one.
"Yes, it's missing, Azura. Oh, Haddie. How could a doll run away unless someone animated it?'' Rachel, done with searching her bed, followed Haddie's suggestion by getting down on her knees to peer under the bed. "I don't see it,'' she reported in disappointment. She was growing increasingly frantic. She had lost the doll she meant to give back to whomever owned it!
She straightened up as she heard someone else join them. Katherine, it seemed. She smiled at the other girl, the smile mixing with her worried expression. "I seemed to have lost the doll that had been my possession,'' she explained. Haddie's question would probably confuse the girl. |