We had a really good meal, and I was stuffed. Lasagna or something like it - tons of food. Then Terry took me back to his sister’s room where she’s working on the dollhouse, as usual. She has a huge spread of food laid out for me. Small dollhouse-sized goodies like salmon chunks on toothpicks. So I ate even more but no matter how much of it I ate there was always more things to try. There was no way I could eat enough to satisfy this woman, but I was trying to be nice because she had a crush on me way back when. That never worked out and she was very disappointed. In fact, that was when she started working on the dollhouse.

The night I was there she was making wooden oranges. She made them from real oranges. She built a little scaffolding around the orange, then she would cut away a very small piece of fruit and replace it with a perfectly finished piece of hardwood. She would build the oranges bit by bit this way till all of the fruit was gone. She had about 10 of them under construction, laying around the floor like croquet balls.

We chatted some while she nervously worked on her oranges. It was becoming more and more evident that she had more than a crush on me back in the old days and still did today. In fact, she was completely obsessed with me. She knew everything about me. She ran out of paint and wanted to go up to the hardware store to get some more - I innocently said "Oh, you mean the old Ace Hardware by the Publix? - I used to work there a long time ago". She replied "I know, you don’t remember but I used to go there and watch you work".

Well, this woman knows everything about me, every detail of my life since I was a teenager. She knows everything I’ve ever done, and I realize that the dollhouse isn’t her obsession, I am.

We get the paint and go back to her room and I accidentally kick one of her wooden oranges and it bumps into the garage of the dollhouse. She tells me not to worry, but I know she will demolish the entire wing of the house just to make sure there is no structural damage.