When they let me take my hands off my face, I saw the cake, a hunk of packed snow, sitting in front of me on a tree stump. ... aquot;Yes, she does, aquot; insisted Rebecca, ... trip to a restaurant to see how they prepared food for so many people, and to see how much food they had to throw away. ... Plastic horses marched across the room, past plastic houses that Rebeccaa#39; s Barbies could teeter in and out of on their arched feet. ... She told Cara that she was going to show me her doll collection.