I am Baaack! Part 12

"We're waiting for Miss Robbie, Dainie," Joan replied. "I have to take care of some business after our 'treasure hunt', and I need both of you to help me. She'll help us shop; I think she'll love going through the Barbie section of FAO Schwarz with you. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Dr. Joan! Miss Robbie was really nice to me AND to Sukie when we were in the car waiting for Mommy to tell us to come up to your office. Lots of people just 'nore Sukie. And then when we were riding the big elevator up, she was the only one who could reach the button for your floor, but she didn't push it; instead, she held me up and let me push it like a big girl. She's NICE!"

"Yes, she is," agreed Joan. She thought of Robbie lifting Adain-sized Dainie. 'And big enough to be a major help in a fight if things go wrong this afternoon.'

Good Joan had decided that some major fence mending was in order, and she wanted Dainie along to see it so that what she did would get back to Rose. She had already run a check on the current status of the "men" who had raped her. Much to Evil Joan's dismay, Good Joan had decided they'd been punished enough, and that she would do what she could to make life easier for them. She had contacted "Little Sissy Billie's" owner in the Middle East, and found that he had already set her free and set her up in a local dry cleaning shop. She was married to her former owner's butler, and they had several adopted children. When contacted, she had emailed Joan that she was quite happy. Joan had arranged a trust fund for the children's education, and sent the chemical to unfreeze her vocal chords.

Poor George - "Titerecta" - had died. "Heart attack due to overweight" had read the death certificate. Evil Joan had laughed, but Good Joan knew that George's death would weigh on her conscience; she didn't even realize the irony of using the term "weigh".

The two she'd found overseas had, after several sales, wound up in the hands of the Taliban in Afghanistan, and she had been unable to find out anything about them. More weight on Good Joan's conscience.