Sally and Alliwicious..‪.‬

Her eyes narrowed. Her forehead creased. She pirouetted, scanning her surrounds. "Who's here? Why are you gaslighting me?"

"Alliwicious? Was that you? Did you talk?" Sally gawked at her life-size old man doll with her mouth gaping.

"Yes, I did. And you better close your mouth before a grasshopper leaps in."

Alliwicious chuckled. "He said you would not believe it. But it is true, Sally old girl. I am your personal AI.  And I prefer the name 'Rodney' if you do not mind…"

**

Sally is confident she can drag the little old trailer 1800 miles to provide emergency shelter for cousin April. In February.

After all… the escapade is not this spunky 87 year old's first rodeo.

She assures niece Joany that Alliwicious, Sally's full-size man-doll, riding shotgun will keep the boogey-men at bay.

**

Bobby is confident his surprise installation of Artificial Intelligence into Alliwicious will please Gram Sally. But he didn't have time to educate her about AI. Or about her new and improved man-doll named Alliwicious.

What could go possibly wrong?