They decided that all the old dolls should be scrapped and replaced with new ones. All my friends, the ones I had dressed and re-painted, even though the staff didn’t know that each doll represented one of them. They just thought the dolls were old and ugly-tatty. Fairholme had been given some money for things like books and toys, so the staff wanted to bring in brand new stuff. So they shoved all the old dolls into a couple of big cardboard boxes and put them in a*****e room, where they would have to wait until a man came with a truck to take away things that could go. They didn’t say, to be burned, but they meant destroyed.
Fairholme destroyedThere was no one I could talk to, except my friend Julie Treadway. Like me, she was very upset when I told her what was going to happen. The dolls
