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If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should read Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. Mary was last seen in Ted's Doll 10: Edwin. She typed with a precision that belied her inner turmoil. The post she was crafting was supposed to put her heart out there for all to see. The friendship forum would be where everyone who knew her anonymous user name would sympathize with her. Perhaps they would have useful advice, too. “Hey, Edwin, how’s it going?” Freddy said as he entered Edwin’s room. He put his hand on Candace’s thigh and said, “You are looking lovely as well, Doll.” “She hates it when you touch her.” “I know. But it doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like I was groping her.” “If you know if bothers her, why do you do it?” “Why do I do half the things I do?” The door opened and Mary entered. She seemed to immediately notice something was up with Freddy. “What did he do now?” “I’m stung.” “Just his usual antics.” “Ugh,” Mary said. She

“What’s in the box?” Kelly said. Troy looked up from the book he was trying to translate. He first looked at a velvet lined box on the chair next to him before pointing to a box shipped from a popular online store on the table. “That box?” “Yes. What did you order?” “That should be the party favors for your birthday party in March.” He attempted to resume his study of the book that had been in the velvet lined box. “You bought party favors? What are they?” “You can open the box and find out.” She rushed into the kitchen to get the shears. She nattered on about each favor as she went through the box. But, Troy was use to her needing to hear her own voice. He let her fill the room with it, offering a “Hmm?” or a “Really?” as needed to keep her going. An hour later, Troy removed his white gloves and got up to use the bathroom. When he returned, she was in the seat he had been sitting in. “Troy? Is this right?” “What is it, Kelly?” “This book you had open on the table. Is it

“Don't forget. Friday is my girls night out.” “So soon?” Michael said. “No, wait. I guess it's been over a month. What do you gals do on these girls nights out?” “Nothing really,” Barbara said. “Jennifer, Latitia, and I just go to a bar and have a few cocktails. Talk about our husbands. The normal girls night stuff. If you are curious, you can always come with.” Michael's eyes turned to look at the small curio cabinet in the corner. Inside hidden among mundane reminders of their wedding, their tenth and twentieth wedding anniversaries, the birth and high school graduation of Heather, their daughter, and other such life events were the accouterments of Barbara's witchcraft. “We've talked about this, Mrs. Fleming,” Michael said, using the name he used for her when she was being a witch. “I promised you I wouldn't do anything to you without your permission. I never said I would never do anything to you again,” Barbara said, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Yes, but you wield that