I pressed the doorbell.
The chime mingled with Fiona's screeching, creating an eerie cacophony, like a ghostly choir.
When the door opened, Milly's face turned pale, as if she had indeed seen a ghost.
From inside, Fiona's furious voice became even clearer. "My Barbies! How could you throw them away without my permission? Bring them back now!"
As soon as I stepped inside, she turned her wrath on me, her accusatory tone sharp and venomous. "It was you! You're the one who made them throw them out!"
"That's not true," I replied coolly, brushing past Milly as if she weren't even there. "I only donated toys I didn't need anymore."
"You had no right to do that!" Fiona flailed her arms like an indignant chicken. "Those were my mother's gifts to me!"
She wanted to wield the Andersons' author
