“The granddaughter.” The cashier lowers his voice. “She was playing out in the cornfield and stepped on some kind of old animal trap. Snapped closed, took her foot clean off.” His hand mimes the bite of metal jaws. “By the time they found her she’d bled out. Couldn’t keep enough blood in her to keep her alive.” Zelda stares. He purses his lips before he brightens. “I’m glad to see Dolores has got some company now. Can’t imagine how hard it must be to be all alone, nothing to keep you company but a bunch of old dolls.”
