“Somewhere far away, where we can meet Mickey Mouse and go on lots of fun rides and do fun stuff together.” Alicia’s eyes shone with excitement. “Can Barbie come too?” The little girl held up her doll. Barbie’s hair had been chopped off, and she was wearing a pair of Ken’s slacks and one of his shirts. She looked more like GI Jane than Barbie. Eleanor hoped the replacement doll would be delivered soon. “Sure, Barbie can come along.” “When are we going to meet Mickey?” Alicia asked. “Real soon.”
