“Dave. Yo, Dave. Davey? David!”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I was…” But David trailed off, his eyes going almost as glassy the eyes of the doll he held gingerly in his gloved hands.

“These toy donations won’t sort themselves, big guy,” Harvey chided, but he was smiling as he did so, looking across a bin of new toys donated for the local battered women’s shelter.

“Yeah, yeah,” David answered dreamily, then asked, holding the doll up, “Does this remind you of someone?”

More than a little confused, Harvey ventured, “Shirley Temple.”

“Black.”

“What?”

“She’s Shirley Temple Black now, married name,” David corrected absent-mindedly. Suddenly his eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth turned to smile, “It’s Abbey! She looks just like Abbey.” His eyes seemed moist but full of joy.

“So?”

David chuckled, “Epiphany.”

“Dude, you are being beyond vague today.”

David set the doll down carefully, lovingly, discarding his gloves, “Harv, I have to go. Cause, I know, ya’ know?”

“No, but go before I smack you.”