Thread: Important Shopping (Attn: ST's only 6/7/10)

After a moment the door comes open. A woman with tired eyes, dressed in jeans and a button down white shirt that looks unironed, will peak out. "Um... can I ... help you?"

JTM looks at the tired old lady struggling with what to say next.

“Uh. Hi there. Name’s JTM btw. Yes I think you can, lad…uh...ma’am damn. This is (says the addie) right? I was told you were wanting to get rid of some accessories for Barbie dolls? Is that correct?”

The woman seems a little worried at first but as soon as you mention the barbie accessories she smiles brightly and opens her door. "Oh dear, of course, you must be Roger's friend... please... oh wait..." she hesitates.

"You have my permission to enter my house." She says as if it were some form of ritual and quickly adds softly, "I hope I did that right?" She arches an eyebrow while stepping back to let you in.

JTM looks more confused at her now.

What the fuck!! How does she know that I’m a vamp? Watching way too many movies. That's obvious.

He nods to her.

“Yeah that’s right. I’m Roger’s friend. Cool. Thanks.”

He walks into the house pretending to unhampered by her “invite”. He even takes the time to shut and lock the door for her.

“You’re doing fine, ma’am. What is your name anyway if I may ask?”

He surveys the house for potential trouble.

“So about the Barbie accessories….you need any help getting them?”

The room is a typical living space complete with pictures of this mother and her daughter in various stages of their lives. The oldest the girl is in any picture is 9. In many of the pictures she has no hair or is wearing wigs.

"My name is Annabel Swartz. The barbie collection belonged... to my little girl Carrie. She... um..." She swallows back a little sob. "Passed away from cancer not a week ago. She wanted Roger to have her barbie collection but um, he... he just couldn't. He promised me he'd find someone who could make good use of it and would love it as she did though. Do you ... know another little girl Mr. JTM?"

He nods to her.

“Nice to meet ya Annabel. Sorry to hear that about Carrie too. Is there anything I can do for you?”

He goes into his pocket offering her a kleenex.

“There you go…seemed like you might need it. Well you know Roger. That’s why he sent me here to gather them. I have some little girls at home that would REALLY love them. Five of them actually. They’d get a kick out of them and put them to good use.”

He stands there waiting for her next move.

Annabel takes the kleenex. She dabs her eyes. "Thank you so much... five?!? Wow, that must keep you very busy. Come on, I have everyting up in her room. Just this way."

Annabel takes JTM up a set of stairs to a very pink and frilly little girl's room. There are toys everywhere and it seems as though the place has been turned into something of a shrine for the girl.

Walking straight over to the three story barbie mansion she motions to it, a pink remote corvette and a suitcase full of other items.

"Here they are... what's your girls' names?"

“You’re welcome Annabel. Looked like you needed it.”

JTM follows her up the stairs looking overly shocked at all the Barbie stuff that should keep his family very happy.

Shit!!! I might have to come back with the van to get all this stuff. What the hell did I just walk into.

“Yeah I got five of them and they are a handful at times. Believe it or not, Annabel, one of them is actually named Barbie. She’s the oldest.”

He starts thinking that saying mini #1-4 won’t fly here so he thinks as fast as he can.

Think of women's names you like and hate in Lamar JTM.

The light bulb finally clicks on.

“Then I’ve got Seline, Mackenzie, Emma and unfortunately Amanda, the youngest. Amanda has the hardest time keeping her clothes on I swear. Amanda will probably grow up to be a stripper. I see that in her now. I bet you had the same problems with Carrie too. Oops... I mean NOT the stripper part. My bad on that Annabel.”

He tries not to chuckle thinking of the slam he just did on BOOM BOOM.

“Now I can take some of this stuff now and I’ll come back with a van to gather up the rest of this lovely Barbie stuff if that’s cool with you, Annabel.”

Annabel laughs. "Oh gosh it's been weeks since I laughed. You really are a dear... just like Roger." She sighs. "I really wish he'd stop back in sometime. I know it's hard though. Please tell him we... I, miss him." She swallows.

"As for the clothing thing, don't worry they grow out of that. I had some issues with Carrie when she was 2 or so. She was always stripping out of her diaper but as they get bigger I think they come to understand that it's not something you should do in public. Having four other sisters to look up to, I'm sure Amanda will do just fine. Don't give up hope on her yet."

She looks at all the things in the room. "You know what..." She says waving a finger as if she just got a brilliant idea. "I have just the thing." Going over to the bed she digs through dolls until she finds a very well loved rag doll in a colorful dress, shoes, and bows. "This was Carrie's first lovie. Take it home to your Amanda. I insist. The dressing and undressing of a baby doll will help her learn what is and isn't acceptable. Please... it would mean a great deal for me to know this is being loved by another little girl."

Tears well up in the woman's eyes. "Love them... treasure them. They are more to you than you know."