the doll she sought continued to slip away.
She had cheated death once before.
She could do it again.
14
A successful doll dealer must learn the fine art of subtle persuasion. He must present himself as a valuable asset to the collector, learning what the collector seeks and dissuading her from negotiating with his rivals. At the very least, he must have good relationships with established customers and offer a fair return policy if he wishes to survive in his trade. To thrive rather than simply survive, he must be a gifted performer.
—From World of Dolls by Caroline Birch
“No, April isn’t planning a trip,” Gretchen informed Nina when she returned to the car. “Not a short one or a long one, nothing in the future, nothing in the past. If she can be believed.”
“I still think she had valley fever,” Nina said.
“The newest development concerns Bonnie. Rita says she saw her go into the Rescue Mission yesterday, but Bonnie denies it. Why would she be hanging around that area?”
“You’ve been there twice looking for Nacho. Maybe she is, too.”
“That’s what bothers me.”
“Where next?” Nina asked.
Gretchen unfolded a piece of paper with names and addresses she’d copied from the telephone directory. “Let’s visit Martha’s relative,” she said. “I really want to know why he hid their family connection.”
It was a short hop from the city of Tempe over to Mesa, which was known as a Mormon town. With more than twenty golf courses, it touted itself as an affordable and ideal retirement community.
They pulled into a drive-through restaurant, ordered at the window, and sat in the car eating green chile burgers and French fries. Nina hand-fed pieces of hamburger to Tutu and Nimrod after picking off most of the green chiles. A wee-wee stop afterwards completed the fine dining experience for the two dogs.
Exhibiting extreme willpower, Gretchen refused an order of fries, remembering April’s comment about Gretchen’s weight at Curves.
“Do you think I need to lose a few pounds, Aunt Nina?”
“No,” Nina said, laughing. “You need to develop a life.”
“You’re terrible. Cruel and inhuman.”
“I have an idea for you.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Why don’t you come and work for me? We can train purse dogs together.” Nina nibbled on a French fry, and Gretchen watched with envy. “I’ve been turning away clients because I don’t have enough time. You’d be good.”
Gretchen rolled her eyeballs to the ceiling of the car, then glanced at Tutu and Nimrod in the backseat. Nimrod had mustard on his face from the hamburger. The canine profession suited Nina perfectly, as did doll restoration for her mother.
Gretchen, alas, still searched for her own niche. Dog training was decidedly not it.
“I don’t think I have the patience,” Gretchen said. “And Wobbles wouldn’t approve. Besides, I’m going back to Boston soon, back to Steve and back to the search for a ‘real’ job.”
“Are you implying that purse dog training isn’t a real job?” Nina said.
Gretchen gave in to temptation and snitched one of Nina’s fries while she searched for a quick response to cover having blurted out the truth. “It demands a certain amount of connection with different energy sources, uh . . . a special ability to read auras must be important in training puppies. I bet only a few people have what it takes.”
“You could be a cat trainer.” Nina’s eyes lit up at the idea. “Are cats trainable?”
Gretchen chuckled at the thought of any cat taking orders from a human being. She tried to picture Wobbles traveling in a purse and snorted out loud. “No,” she said. “They really aren’t.”
“What about that guy in Key West? The Catman,” Nina said. “He makes cats jump through hoops.”
“I’d love to see that sometime. But right now, let’s go talk to Joseph Reiner.”
Joseph’s Dream Dolls was located on Southern Avenue and was appropriately named. The shop cabinets and countertops brimmed with fabulous dolls arranged in groupings. Rare collectibles were locked into a large cabinet where Gretchen stood admiring a Kestner boy doll through the glass. Joseph rushed to the front of the store to greet them.
“Hey, you two,” he said, noticing the dogs for the first time. “I’m closing up. It’s five o’clock. I’ll just lock the door. You two stay put.” He rolled a finger across the top of Nimrod’s head, then bent to give Tutu equal attention.
“I’m showing Gretchen around town,” Nina said. “We thought we’d stop by.”
“Look around. Enjoy yourself, but keep a good eye on your dogs. The teacup poodle in the purse is priceless.” He breezed away to lock