Mrs. Beatrice and Mark looked confused. Who was this child yelling at exactly!

'What's yours dear?" Mrs. Beatrice asked.

Michael glared at her before returning his glare back at her son. He pointed to the doll trying not to say more words. He would blabber if he spoke.

He noticed her calm reaction and cursed himself for being so loud. 'Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just a misunderstanding. The doll looked like…" Mrs. Peniel trailed. She looked at the doll carefully, it ...