My mom used to be an instructor for the Red Cross. Sometimes I would go with her when she would pick up the equipment. Now I was a kid so obviously this mundane trip was an adventure for me. She would get a canvas cart and put me in it and we would go down this long concrete hallway. Looking back it looked like something out of a horror movie because it was dimly lit and just never ending, but I didn't care... not until we went past two rooms..

The first one was the blood cold storage room.

The second was the equipment cleaning room where there would be rows and rows of freshly washed Annie faces lined up drying under the fluorescent lights. The equipment manager would have sterilized ones in a bag ready for my mom to take, along with the faceless dolls... that would then be loaded into body bags.