Dolly

By Billy Hanson

When Richard March snatches the new dolly out of his grandson Connie's hands, it leads to some unexpected behavior and begins a waking nightmare for Richard as fate puts all the power and control into the hands of the toddler.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Oct 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098336721

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Edited by Roz Weisberg

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His grandson was only two days old, but Richard March already considered him a lost cause. The boy’s parents had decided on the name Connie, bypassing Richard’s suggestion of Conrad and opting for the girly nickname, instead. During the large Welcome Home gathering in the family’s east wing study, Richard snorted a laugh as they announced the name, but he was drowned out by the oooos and aaaahs and smattering of half-hearted applause from the rest of the big group. The cousins laid it on pretty thick, which annoyed Richard even further. He stood with his back to the wall nearest the door and quietly shook his head, looking down at his shoes, a dismissive smirk across his lips.

When it was Richard’s turn to step up to the happy couple and offer his congratulations, he shoved a fat cigar into his son Nathanial’s hand and clapped him on the shoulder.

Strong looking boy you got there. How’d you land on a girl’s name?

Connie’s not a girl’s name, Dad. It’s unisex. You should be happy, we almost landed on Kelly, he added with a pleased grin.

Richard put his hands up in surrender and flashed his mannered, fatherly smile. He was happy after all. But that name. That damn girly name. He pictured Connie taking over the family business someday, responsible for the flow of billions of dollars, standing in front of a board room full of people who all look up to him, relying on him for strength and stability. The head of the company needed to be powerful, stern, commanding. But now his colleagues would be forced to call him Connie. They would all snicker behind his back.

Nathanial and his young wife, Liz had always been a bit more progressive and liberal than Richard was comfortable with, but they worked hard for what they had, and they all got along well enough. With a hand resting gently on Liz’s thin shoulder, Richard kissed her on the cheek, then bent down to marvel at the wiggling baby in her arms. Connie was a March boy, no doubt about that. A strong brow, pronounced jaw, and despite his cone-shaped head, he was cuter than most babies, in that he’d already gotten passed the goblin-looking phase after a couple of days.