I found Katarina holding a wet rag on Anabelle’s forehead.
I ran to them. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Oh, she’s not hurt,” Katarina replied. She took off the washcloth. “I’m giving her a tatoo!”
Right on the middle of her forehead. Didn’t someone on Ebay sell their forehead for advertising space once? I think the Library owes us some moola.