MY LIVING DOLL
by Anthony Durrant



Dr. Hiram Hunster Kendrick was working on the KG-1867, which he and his late
partner, Nathaniel Guardener Grayson, had spent years working on for the Air
Force. Now 78 years old, fatally sick, and confined to a wheelchair, Kendrick
hoped he would live to see their dream be- come complete, and there was a very
good chance he would. At the moment, he was watching a series of robot arms
put the finishing touches on the armature of the KG -1867.

"It's amazing," he thought, "how automation can speed up a project. Years ago,
Nathan- el and I were putting the first pieces of the KG -1867's mainframe
together by hand. I only wish he could have been here to see our finished
model when construction is completed."

He sighed, looking at the metal and plastic armature. In the skull of the
KG-1867 was the most powerful computer ever designed by man, able to take in
large amounts of input. Smiling a little, knowing he was dying, he pushed down
a blue switch on the left of the console.

"Applying synthetic flesh," the computer said, "to KG -1867 armature."

A mould slid over the armature as Kendrick looked sadly at his partner's empty
chair.

"Oh, Natty," he thought, "if only you were here now!"

Kendrick watched as the synthetic flesh was fused directly to the armature; it
was a spec- ially created substance that looked and felt like human flesh
after being fired. After the mould's heaters had done their work, it slid back
up out of the tank to reveal the nearly completed model Kendrick and Graymore
had spent so many years working on. The face and body were flawless, and the
KG -1867 had long arms and legs and smoothly sensual lines. Without the
artificial skin and hair, the KG -1867 was as white as snow and as bald as a
billiard cue ball. Smiling, the tired old man made his decision. Wheeling into
a cabinet behind the tank, Kendrick shut the door be- hind him; a few minutes
later, there was a scream as the cabinet surged with power which surged
through the wires connecting it to the tank and down into the KG -1867.

"Attaching synthetic skin to KG -1867," the computer told the empty room as
the gibbet on which the KG-1867 unit was attached sank into the floor.
"Commencing firing process."

This time, however, there was no one to hear, no one to watch the procedure.

Dr. Harringford Lobdell, an Air Force psychologist, walked into the office of
General Isa Jaremy Blackwood. General Blackwood, a tall dark man with piercing
blue eyes, walked over to Lobdell and handed him a file, which Lobdell
unsealed and read.

"You're supposed to read that at your leisure, doctor," Blackwood told him.

"Oh!" Lobdell cried. "Sorry."

"Dr. Lobdell -"

"Please, sir, call me Harry."

"Harry, then. Have you heard of a machine called the KG -1867?"

"No, sir."

"This machine is the most powerful computer we've ever created and has the
calculating ability of a large office mainframe. KG's short for Kendrick and
Grayson, the master computer technician and robotics expert who designed the
computer. I'm assigning you to help it program itself to act like a human
being - it's supposed to infiltrate enemy bases, download the data they have
on file in their computers, and sneak out again unobtrusively before anyone
notices."

He tapped the button on his office phone, opening the line to his secretary.

"Miss Kensington!" he cried. "Send in the KG -1867!"

"Yes, sir!" a woman's voice cried.

Just then the door to the secretary's office slid open and a woman came into
the room as

Harry watched in delight. She was tall and beautiful, with flawless features
and long auburn hair that seemed to gleam in the sunlight. Her skin was a
light pink, and the only thing she wore was a towel that had the serial number
KG - 1867 on it just below the start of her cleavage.

"Sir?" she asked Harry. "Who am I?"

"You're a creation of the U.S. Air Force," he told her, "designed for tactical
espionage."

"KG - 1867," Blackwood said, "this is Harry Lobdell. He's here to program
you."

"His name's Harry. Everyone here has a name. I don't have a name. What's my
name?"

Even her fingers and toes looked human, Harry noticed. She was a living doll!

"Cagey," he told her, smitten by her beauty. "Your name's Cagey."

"Cagey," she said as he watched her ruby lips articulate the name. "My name is
Cagey."

"She understands!" Harry cried.

"Take her back to your office, Harry," the General said, "so you can start the
program."

"Yes, sir!" Harry cried.

He led Cagey nervously back to his own office and closed the door after they
went in.

"The first thing we've got to do," Harry told Cagey, "is get that towel off
you and put you into some nice new clothes so you can go outside and see the
world for the first time."

She began to untie the knot at the back of the towel, but Harry winced and
turned away.

"Not here!" Harry cried. "Boy, I've got to be more careful what I tell you to
do."

"My mainframe can instantly analyse your request and respond to it," she told
him, "and, if you wish, I'll do anything you ask me to do. Tell me what to do,
Harry, and I'll do it."

"Go into the closet and take off that darn towel."

"I hear and obey." Cagey said.

She walked right into the closet door, which Harry had shut that morning.

"Open the door first!" Harry snapped.

She opened the door, tearing it off its frame, and walked into the closet,
shutting the door after her. When she came out she was wearing one of Harry's
suits, which swam on her.

"Not a suit!" Harry told her. "Get into one of my wife's dresses."

"I hear and obey!" Cagey said.

She went back into the closet, took off the suit, and put on a strapless gown
with sequins that glinted when the sunlight from the window hit them. When she
stepped out of the closet the second time, the pen Harry was holding snapped
in half and ink splashed over his shirt as soon as he saw her wearing his
wife's gown. She looked better in it than his wife had! Harry had buried his
wife a week ago, several days after her sudden death during a routine
operation, and now his commander had assigned him a computer "pupil" whose
dress was full to bursting of girl.

"Can I go out now?" Cagey asked.

"Oh," Harry said with a smile, "I think you're presentable enough."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the Opera, of course!" Harry told her. "You'll get to see a nice
performance."

Cagey went to the Opera with Harry, who was in top hat, white tie, and tails.
He pointed out her seat and she sat down so hard the chair buckled underneath
her, groaning softly. Within a few minutes of sitting down, Cagey watched as
the opera, La Traviata, began and the curtains on the stage parted to reveal a
marvellous set below their balcony seat.

"I wonder if Dr. Grayson made Cagey able to cry?" Harry said. "Well, I'll know
soon."

He thought he saw Cagey wince at the name, but when he looked, she was her
usual self, sitting quietly watching the opera. During one moving solo, a tear
ran down her cheek.

"We found him like this, sir," a cadet told the General. "He was in the
cabinet."

Blackwood looked down at Kendrick's body, which was lying on the ground.

"How did he die?" the General asked.

"We don't know, sir," the cadet said, fingering her collar nervously, "but it
looks as if he was already dying at the time he went into the cabinet and
turned it on."

"Or was forced to go into the cabinet," the General said, "by the real killer,
the KG -1867 unit, who was unwilling to obey the commands of a being she
thought was inferior to her."

I will not fail you, Father! Blackwood thought. I'll see to it your partner's
killer pays!

"She is crying!" Harry thought. "This opera's upsetting her."

"What's wrong with me?" Cagey asked. "Why is water running down my face?"

"Nothing's wrong with you," Harry told her gently. "You're crying because of
the opera. Look, I'm crying too - this solo's moved me deeply. This is a very
touching performance."

"Bring me that glorified comptometer!" General Blackwood cried. "I want you to
locate her and bring her back - and I want her found yesterday. Do you
understand me, private?"

"Yes, sir!" the private cried. "Come on, men! We've got a job to do!"

Leading her men out of the room, she sprinted down the hall.

After the opera had finished, Harry led Cagey out of the theatre and back
toward his car. As they went into the parking lot, the two of them were met by
a squad of cadets led by a female private. Two of the larger cadets grabbed
Cagey and took her to an unmarked van; they tossed her in the back like a big
piece of wood, shut both the doors, went into the van and drove away. Jumping
into his car, Harry followed them at high speed all the way back to the base.

"Why did they take her away from me?" he wondered. "What will they do to her?"

Ten minutes later, Cagey found herself strapped to a table, still wearing the
sparkly dress.

"Do you know why you're here?" General Blackwood asked her.

She shook her head.

"You're here because you murdered my father's partner!"

"Father! Father!" Cagey snapped. "What is 'Father?' That does not compute."

"His male parent," Miss Kensington told her, "a man named Nathaniel Grayson."

"Natty Grayson was my best - was one of my creators." Cagey said.

"My father's partner died because of you," the General snapped, "and we found
him in a cabinet where you left him after you struck him down! By my order,
this project has been termi- nated, and the master plans used to build you
have been deleted from the mainframe. That way, no one else can build a
computer like you ever again! KG -1867, I'm pulling your plug, and then you're
going out the waste disposal with the other garbage into the dumpster
outside!"

Reaching into her mouth, he pulled out the battery plug that was her power
source; then, smiling to himself, he crunched it in his hand and unstrapped
the body. Picking her up, the Gen- eral took her to the waste disposal and
tossed her down the long chute into the dumpster. A few minutes later, Harry
drove up and saw her fall into the dumpster. Rushing to her side, he looked at
her, praying for her to wake up, but she just lay there lifeless and limp in
the dumpster.

"Please don't be dead, Cagey!" he cried. "Please - please - don't be dead!"

Holding her limp body in his arms, he broke down and cried; his tears fell on
her eyelids. As Harry knelt there mourning, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, mister," the base cook said, "but I've got to get rid of this old
spinach."

"All right, sir," Harry said softly, "I'll move away - but I'll be back to
pick her up."

He laid her down in the dumpster and walked toward his car, while the cook
went to the dumpster with an old spinach can in his hand. Crushing that can
until it popped open, the cook looked down at the lifeless Cagey; then he
picked up one of her hands and stroked it.

"It's some kind of dummy!" he said. "Oh, well! I'll drop the spinach into her
mouth and no one will ever know I didn't drop it in the dumpster where it
rightfully belongs."

With that, he opened her mouth and dropped the spinach into Cagey's mouth,
then closed it with one hand, causing it to go down her throat - and then,
something wonderful happened. A few seconds later, Cagey started breathing
again, and her eyes opened. She felt rather loose, like a long-necked goose -
the spinach had made her feel funny, made her strong as honey.

"Ooh, baby! That's-a what I LIKE!"

Knocking the grungy cook off his feet, Cagey flexed her muscles. Startled by
her sharp exclamation, the cook stepped back as she jumped out of the
dumpster. A few blocks away, our Harry also heard her and came running back to
find her.

"That's Cagey's voice!" he thought. "But she sounds different somehow -
stronger!"

By the time he ran back to the dumpster, Cagey was wrestling with the cook,
who was at- tempting to kiss her on the lips. Knocking him down with one kick,
she grabbed him by his shirt and by the seat of his pants. Running to the
laundry chute, she tossed him down into it.

"Down the hatch!" she cried.

"You really are a living doll!" Harry cried. "What was I missing before I
found you?"

"Tender loving care?" Cagey asked. "Peace of mind?"

Then Harry saw amazement on her flawless face.

"My battery plug!" Cagey cried. "I'm awake - but I don't have my battery
plug!"

"How could that be?" Harry asked. "Was it the spinach?"

"What spinach, Harry?"

"That cook must have dumped the old can of spinach he was holding into your
mouth."

"Spinach!" Cagey cried. "No wonder I feel so - so -"

"Alive?"

She flashed a more radiant smile than any Harry had ever seen before. This was
definite- ly the girl he'd wanted to find and marry ever since his wife had
died in the operation.

"Strong!" she cried. "I was a fool to think I needed a battery plug to
survive."

"Who sent those goons to take you back to the base?" Harry asked.

"General Blackwood!" she told him. "He blames me for the death of Dr. Kenmore.
Be- fore turning me off, he told me he was Natty Grayson's son."

"Dr. Grayson, the roboticist?" Harry asked. "Was he one of your creators?"

"Yes, Natty Grayson was a roboticist," Cagey said, "and he did design my
armature."

"Grayson's son!" Harry said. "That explains a lot of things. Grayson did have
one son - his real name's the same as that of his father. I met him once, and
he told me his son had run off when his mother died many years ago. He must
have changed his name to Blackwood to join the Air Force! He's like his father
- a man with a cause - but a cause that must be stopped!"

"Come on, Harry!" Cagey shouted. "We'll stop General Blackwood together!"

Harry brought Cagey back to his car and buckled her into the seat.

"We'll wash off first," he told her, "because my hands are dirty from the
trash."

"Okay, Harry!" Cagey said with another thousand-kilowatt smile.

He brought her back to the base and they bathed and changed clothes. When
Harry came out of the bathroom in a grey suit with a red-and black striped
necktie, he found Cagey sitting on the bed waiting for him. Just where had she
found the black catsuit? Was his late wife someone with more erotic tastes
than he'd ever realized? Since she was dead, he'd never know.

"It's you." he said gently as he smiled at her.

"Thank you," she told him as she zipped up the catsuit, "and you look nice in
that suit."

"It's the only one I've got!"

Taking her by the arm, Harry led Cagey back down to the car; they jumped in
and sped to General Blackwood's house. When Harry slid the car into the
driveway, he saw that there seem- ed to be no one at home. Harry and Cagey
jumped out of the car and went to one of the windows at the side of the house.
Picking up a rock, Cagey was about to smash the window and Harry had to grab
her to make her drop the rock. He smiled at her, and pulled out his
grandmother's diam- ond wedding ring. Using the ring, Harry followed the
window frame around the glass, then took a pair of gloves from his pocket and
pushed the glass into the room. They stepped into the house through the window
frame and found themselves in the living room. On a small table was a pen, a
pad of foolscap, and a short message written on another sheet of foolscap:

"Dear Sir:

"As you requested, I have destroyed the master plans for the KG -1867
Computer, and to- night I shut down the only working prototype. Dr. Kendrick
is a great loss to this great nation of ours, and he will be deeply mourned by
those who knew him best. As the son of his partner, the shock I felt at
finding him dead was great. It was also a very convincing cover story to hide
your involvement with me. You now have a copy of those very plans, and I wish
you luck at building your own computer at your company in Prague. If you need
me again, just contact me - I'm only an e-mail away.

"Yours truly,

Isa Blackwood."

"Blackwood is a traitor!" Harry cried. "He must have sent this e-mail sometime
today."

"This message is written on paper," Cagey snapped, "so how could it be an
e-mail?"

"He typed it into his messaging program from this rough draft," Harry told
her, "while he was having lunch. Then for some reason, he carelessly left it
in his living room."

At that moment, they were thrown to the floor as the room started moving. When
it came to a stop, they found themselves somewhere else. Cagey stepped through
the living room door to the hall, only to find herself at the other end of the
house. Harry followed her into the hall as the clock in the room behind them
chimed nine times to mark the hour. They walked along the hall- way, but found
they were always coming to the same door. Thirty minutes after they had
started walking the hall, Cagey knocked down a flowerpot by the door. Twenty
minutes later, they were still coming to the same door - Cagey could see the
broken pot lying on the floor.

"Wait!" Harry cried. "What if we walk the other way instead?"

"That's worth a try," Cagey said, "so let's do it!"

Harry and Cagey turned around and walked the other way; soon they were away
from the endless hall and going down a more normal hallway. One of the doors
was open, and it led them to the General's library. Above the fireplace,
between two gold candlesticks, hung a portrait of a young man Harry realized
was Natty Grayson; he was wearing a black tuxedo and white shirt, a fitting
contrast to the red bow tie around his neck. There was a balaclava around his
waist, and a pair of black loafers shod his feet; he was dark-haired and very
boyish-looking. Just then, Cagey heard footsteps - the General was coming into
the library, possibly to read a good book.

"Quick, Harry!" Cagey cried. "Hide under this small table!"

Cagey and Harry ducked under a small table in the middle of the room, which
was neatly covered by a tablecloth designed to look like the American flag.
They heard the General proudly enter the room and saw his feet when he turned
to the portrait above the fireplace.

"I did it, Father!" he cried. "I avenged the death of your partner. Now the -
the android who struck him down has been shut down for good, and I gave the
design you helped create to a foreign computer manufacturer. If you can see me
from up there, I'll bet you're proud of me, the best General this great
nation's army has ever had. This calls for a toast, don't you think?"

They heard the sound of a wine bottle being opened and something being poured
into one of the glasses on the table. So far, the General didn't even realize
Cagey was still alive!

"A toast," the General cried, "to a beloved father and to a death properly
avenged!"

After drinking from the glass, the General walked out of the room - and Cagey
and Harry climbed out from under the table. Cagey started to go out after him,
but Harry stopped her.

"We do this together," he told her. "Together, or not at all."

"All right, Harry," Cagey told him, "we'll do it together."

They tiptoed out of the library and followed the General to his office. There
they saw the distinguished officer open his laptop computer and begin reading
his e-mail. A few minutes aft- erward, he began typing on the keyboard; the
General was replying to an e-mailed message.

Harry and Cagey looked at each other.

"He may be writing something to the man he gave your plans to!" Harry
whispered.

"Very good, Harry!" Cagey said. "I think we should stop him before he sends
the e-mail to this person. We need to find out the man's name so that he too
can be arrested."

"Yes," Harry said, "and we need to plug this leak!"

General Blackwood was having a very satisfying night. He'd shut down the
computer re- sponsible for Dr. Kendrick's death, and the plans were now in
Andur Woolmeyer's hands. Papa would be so happy! Right now, he was responding
to Woolmeyer's latest e-mail message.

"Knowing that you'll put the plans to good use," he said as he typed, "makes
me feel bet- ter about the whole affair. Not many people can find as
distinguished and as understanding part- ner as you. Well, I must be going
now. No one will ever know we've been working together for years, but I know
that you will contact me again. Meanwhile, have lots of fun at your castle in
Prague! There is no way anybody can stop the two of us now, for we are on a
roll! Nobody stands in our way now. Dozens of KG androids will fight in Iraq
and Europe!"

"Oh, no?" a woman's voice said. "Oh, no?"

Blackwood looked up and saw the KG -1867 pointing one of his own guns at him,
clad in a black leather catsuit with a golden belt buckle. She was smiling at
him.

"Oh, no!" the General cried. "Oh, no!"

As the General stood up, Harry threw himself across the room at him. Punching
him with a blow to the tummy, the General threw him into the wall and he slid
down without a sound.

"Murderer!" Blackwood shouted, grabbing Cagey. "You killed Kendrick!"

"I didn't murder Kenmore," she told him, "I am Kendrick!"

"What?" the General cried. "That's - that's impossible! He was found in the
lab!"

"Knowing the KG unit could not be programmed in the regular manner, Natty and
I put together a device that would allow a human to transfer his consciousness
into a KG unit. Natty died before he could finish working on the device, so it
fell to me to finish it alone. You found my body because I let you find it -
after I went into the cabinet and made the transfer. Natty always said you
were something of a bully, General, and now I believe him!"

"Well, you'll never leave here alive!" Blackwood cried. "Either of you!"

He knocked Cagey down with a rabbit punch, grabbed the pistol, and was about
to aim it at her when Harry smashed a big flower pot over the General's head,
breaking the pot apart.

"Dirty fighter! Dirty fighter!" he shouted, just before Blackwood hit him in
the tummy.

Cagey watched as the General hit the button that turned on the speaker phone.
His green uniform was covered in the dark brown earth from the smashed flower
pot.

"This is General Blackwood," he said, "and I am in my office with two
intruders who've penetrated the grounds and broken into my house. Could you
come to arrest them, Colonel? Re- peat, I'm in my office with two intruders
who've penetrated the grounds and broken in."

"Right away, General!" a voice on the other end shouted.

"If you move a muscle," the General said as he turned off the speaker, "I'll
shoot the two of you dead. I've called for back-up, and if the two of you are
wise, you'll stay right here. When you're behind bars, Harry, I'll go to your
home and search for the printout I gave you."

"The copy of the KD-1867 specifications?" Harry cried. "Why, I left them on my
desk!"

"Thank you for saving me the trouble of searching, Harry," Blackwood told him,
"Now all I have to do is shoot you both dead, claim I fired in self-defence,
and then go to your office at my leisure to find the printout - then I'll take
it back here and consign it directly to the flames."

So saying, the General aimed the pistol directly between Harry's baby blues -
only to see it kicked out of his hand by Cagey! They both made a grab for the
pistol - and the General man- aged to grab the deadly weapon. As he tried to
knock her out with the pistol, Cagey grabbed his arm, deflecting his aim, then
hit him with a well-aimed uppercut; he bled at the mouth.

"Traitor!" she cried. "You've betrayed the country your father loved so much."

"They're retiring me!" Blackwood snapped. "Replacing me with a computer. I
swore I would get even by selling the KG -1867 master plans to a foreign
company. Kenmore's apparent death gave me the perfect chance to destroy the
original copy and cover up the sale."

"Damn you . . ." Harry whispered softly. "Damn you . . ."

Stumbling to his feet, the young man leaped through the office window,
shattering it into millions of tiny shards. Without a second thought, the
General seized an 1850s Henry rifle from the wall and leaped out after him,
dropping the pistol on the floor. Cagey grabbed the pistol and sprinted after
the General. She followed him around the side of the house and into the
backyard, where she saw Blackwood knock Harry down with the butt end of the
ancient weapon.

"This was one of the best weapons of the Civil War!" the General cried. "It's
also better than many rifles made today. In fact, the Henry rifle's one of the
best rifles of all time! Now the rifle that shot down a vast number of Union
soldiers will claim its last victim tonight."

As the General aimed the weapon at Harry, he stepped on the cord of a yard
heater which had seen better days. Cagey knocked him down, and before he could
get up, knocked over a big garden vase full of rainwater. When the water
landed on the frayed cord, where the General was lying, the wire shorted out
and the General's body surged with power, then stopped moving. She had no
doubt that General Blackwood was dead; his face was frozen in a death grimace.

"Better this way," she thought, "for I doubt he would have let himself live to
be tried!"

"What happened?" Harry asked. "I thought I saw the General being
electrocuted."

Just then, Colonel Sam Burke - Blackwood's aide - came rushing up.

"So he's dead, eh, girl?" he asked.

"Yes," Cagey said, "and it was a shocking experience!"

"Perhaps it's best this way," Burke told her, "for he'd have killed himself
before he went in front of a court-martial. We were going to arrest General
Blackwood tonight. He thought that he'd committed the perfect crime, but he
made one mistake: he forgot the date and time he made the deletion were
recorded on our mainframe! We were easily able to get the master plans back
on-line again by restoring Kendrick's file folder - unfortunately for him! Now
all we have to do, thanks to you two, is pick up Andur Woolmeyer of Woolmeyer
Inc., a german roboticist who lives and works in Prague, and try him for
treason!"

"Cagey's the one who really did it, sir," Harry told the Colonel. "She's the
best fighter I have ever seen. Who the hell programmed her with hand-to-hand
combat abilities?"

"That was Natty's idea," Cagey said with a smile, "and I worked with him to
develop the special program we had to devise. We overbuilt the KG -1867 and
programmed her with comm- ando abilities! Of course, I was 76 years old and
confined to a wheelchair at the time."

"You were in the lab at the time I met Dr. Grayson," Harry said, "but I'd
forgotten what you said until now. You were putting together the armature,
while Dr. Grayson was working at a table putting the brain in the skull. I
bumped into Grayson, knocking him down and spilling a sandwich Graymore was
eating into the floor. When you heard the accident, you turned to Gray- more
in your electric wheelchair and - with one glance at my rank pin - said . . ."

" 'It's the Captain's mess!' " Cagey said. " 'Let him clean it up!' "

"Who could forget that?" Burke said. "Come on, it's time for you two to go
home."

Cagey and Harry walked toward their car hand in hand.

"What should I call you?" Harry asked Cagey. "Should I call you Cagey or Dr.
Kendrick or something else altogether? Honey, what would you like me to call
you?"

"Cagey," Cagey told him, "the name you gave me when I came into Blackwood's
office."

"I didn't want to say anything," Harry told her, "but I've known all along who
you were."

"You did?" Cagey asked, the surprise showing on her flawless face. "How?"

"When I first spoke Grayson's name in the theatre," he told her, "I saw you
wince."

"Yes, but there had to be something else beside that to convince you I was
Kendrick."

"You kept referring to him as 'Natty.' Only someone very close to Dr. Grayson
would've referred to him by a nickname. If you'd really been a
freshly-programmed computer, you would have called him 'Dr. Grayson' instead
of 'Natty.' That was what really gave you away!"

"There's one thing," Cagey told Harry, "that I don't understand."

"What's that, love?" Harry asked.

"This - this body," she told him, "was powered by a battery plug. How have I
been oper- ating without my battery plug? General Blackwood removed and
destroyed the only plug!"

"That's easy to explain, love!" Harry told her proudly.

"What's the answer, then, Harry?" Cagey shouted. "How am I working without a
plug?"

"It's all very simple, honey!" Harry cried. "You're strong to the finitch -"

"'Cause I ate the spinitch!" Cagey said, remembering how she woke up in the
dumpster.

"Like Popeye the Sailor Man!" Harry finished.

"Toot, toot!" Cagey cried.

They were laughing together as they jumped into the car; Cagey realized the
spinach had brought her to life! She thought spinach had to be a very potent
vegetable to do that.

"You know something, honeybunch?" Harry said as he started the car and they
drove off.

"What, Harry?" Cagey asked.

"You really are a living doll!" he said as he leaned over and kissed her on
the lips. "Do you want to - would you marry me, Cagey darling?"

"Of course I would, Harry!" Cagey cried. "By Heaven, I love you!"

"I love you too, Cagey!" Harry said as he wrapped his arm around her and they
kissed.

THE END - AT LAST!