Maureen liked dolls. She liked dressing them up in pretty pink dresses and puffy black bows. She liked the way they looked at her with their unblinking shiny glass eyes. She liked how they were always there for her. She liked how they brought her little gifts of carefully wrapped mysterious treats when she was feeling sad. She liked how they let her serve them all tea on extra cold winter nights. Most of all, she liked how they would sweetly whisper secrets into her ear late at night. She loved them all so very much.