By Marta K. Krebs
Complementing the cute moppet's cloth cabinet are a number of interval playthings and add-ons — toy horse and long-eared pooch, hats, handbags, jack-in-the-box, toy soldier, and extra. Shirley Temple fanatics will locate this quantity a treasure chest of wealthy stories; paper doll lovers and youngsters of every age can stay up for hours of fun-filled entertainment.
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Rafe gave a humorless huff of laughter. He could see how she might think that. "I didn't start drinking a lot until after the accident. Booze, my panacea. " He felt suddenly embarrassed and ran a hand over his face. "No, I wasn't drinking. I almost wish I had been. Then maybe I could live with the decisions I made that night. " Blinking to bring the room back into focus, he said, "It happened the first part of October, just a little over two years ago. " She curled her legs beneath her, leaned more heavily against the headboard, and tugged the sheet higher.
At her nod, he relinquished the spread into her keeping while he helped her lie back down. "It hurts like hell, doesn't it? I got sandwiched between a corral rail and a bull once. Cracked two ribs, so I can sympathize. " she asked, her breath snagging with a catch in her side. He tucked the covers over her. "For looks? You're joking, right? Even back when I was a rancher, I never dressed to make a fashion statement, and I've gone downhill on greased runners since. " Maggie studied his chiseled features, trying to imagine what he'd look like cleaned up.
He needed an entire bottle. Oblivion. That was what he wanted. So he wouldn't have to deal with the fact that he no longer wanted to curl up somewhere and die when he remembered his family. As though in answer to a prayer, an overhead sign loomed in his blurred vision. Liquor Store. Rafe's stride faltered, and the money in his front trouser pocket seemed to sear his left thigh. He'd gotten seven hundred 67 68 CATHERINE ANDERSON dollars for his wedding ring. Why shouldn't he buy something for himself with some of it?