The doll is originally from Russia. Been living in the South for "many years" though she never specifies the exact amount, just plays with her hair and keeps twirling a rose I gave her, keeps catching those little white fingers on the thorns. But kiss those fingers better and tuck some money down her shirt and pat her bottom and send her on stage. She does us proud here.


Sent her out to a restaurant last night, all expenses paid, but it appears she abandoned her chaperone and was insistent on walking there. She never made it.

She's in jail. I haven't decided how to punish her yet.

They said they found her dancing under the spray from a burst water pipe or something.

Pretty, but crazy.