I heard the receptionist quietly scream her name, and heard the quiet clink of the glass candy dish as she began doting on the precocious and spoiled two-year-old. I heard her name called out loud by others in the office as the tumult gradually neared the door of my office. I heard her little girl voice making conversation with those addressing her, marveling at her articulateness for a little girl barely over two. I watched toward my door, knowing what was coming very quickly. Then I saw Natalie appear in my door. Over my desk, I barely saw the top of her head, encased in two blonde pigtails. I craned my neck up to see her better, and saw the obvious product of a household of two wealthy North Dallasites. Typical of the area, they had nothing better to do than to lavish their attention on an only child, this one a cute, sassy toddler who seemed to be permanently clad in the latest Laura Ashley dresses and outfits. Outrageously spoiled, Natalie led a life that would be any child’s dream.
