“It’s just her hand out there…but I can make you see her,” Baba had cryptically promised, as she fumbled with the neckline of her cotton print dress, adding, “Before that happens, you have to show me you’re big enough…and brave enough.” And little Anna saw Baba bringing out the little white drawstring bag from inside her dress, the cotton bag from Anna’s bubble gum—the one she’d been looking for herself, wanting to give it to her Tammy doll for a clothes bag.
“My bag—” little Anna started to say, reaching for the cloth pouch, but Baba grabbed Anna’s fingers and gave them an unpleasantly hard squeeze.
“No, no, my baby lamb, you don’t open this—only Grammas can do that. It might bite you,” Baba had teased, but the…oily sound of her voice didn’t make little Anna laugh.
And then Baba opened
