When we first moved to Houston we stayed in an apartment in Pasadena, either called Redbluff Apartments or maybe just on Redbluff road. I only have one memory of living there. I had a stuffed doll with a plastic face I named Dolly. The apartment was on the second floor and I remember Herbert holding my doll over the railing, teasing Mr, and he said "Wanna watch Dolly fly?" and he threw her over the rail. I ran fir her screaming and crying. Her face was all cracked and I put bandaids all over the cracks but of course she never healed!! Herbert seldom was really mean like that and he always felt terrible after. I loved my dolls and toys. I believed they came alive while I slept and sometimes would pay close attention to where they all were before falling asleep to notice if they had moved during the night. I remember having a stuffed poodle that somehow came off and I kept the head for years grieving her. I suppose I forgave Herbert for throwing Dolly. I'm sure he didn't understand my deep feelings for my dolls but still, that was cruel, wasn't it?