My Jingle Dancer figurine was missing!
From the moment I walked into my store I knew something was wrong. I had a small collection of small, antique dolls with historic and cultural significance. Now my collection of figurines arrayed on the glass shelf in the window, was smaller by one, my Jingle Dancer.
Maggie and I had been friends for over twenty years. Our moms were friends; they went shopping together, taking Maggie and me along. Our families lived side-by-side in a working class neighborhood in south Minneapolis, until the day that turned my life around. That was the day my parents were killed in a car accident. I went to live with my grandparents, Marie and August Ott, and fortunately, they lived nearby, so Maggie and I could still be friends and go to the same schools. We graduated and still do everything together.
