By Janice Daugharty
Published: August 30, 2010.
I first met this Frances at a nursing home where my daddy lived for awhile before he died. She walked up to me in the hall and asked should she give them milk with their food. Next time she asked me to bring her a trouble-free "itty-bitty baby." And then I found out that this Frances was a serial kidnapper of other patients' baby dolls. She reminded me of that other Frances, my deceased mother.