I have a friend who thinks that puppets are creepy? She once refused to get into our rental car in France because I was going to purchase a vintage clown marionette. She said, "Sharon, it's either me or the puppet. Only one of us is getting in the car with you." I left the beautiful antique marionette with blue glass eyes at the marche aux puce in Avignon. Sometimes when this friend is being particularly saucy, I wonder if I made the right decision.