In the quiet of Marcella’s room, a waltz drifts through the moonlight. Here, where dust motes dance in the lamplight, something old stirs awake. Raggedy Ann, her cotton smelling faintly of talc, taps a small cloth foot. Raggedy Andy leans in close. Their world is safe, until a lullaby shifts, and a beautiful French doll named Babette is swept away by a blustering pirate captain. And so, the dol...
