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Roger threw a july around the ri in Lacey applauded and they all looked her way

"Can I play?" she asked tentatively

"Get lost, you little shit," Roger hissed, and she scuttled back to her house, tears falling again on hot, red cheeks

Nu, she took her books up to her bed and lay down This new hurt was tee that boys were like that In her story books, the boys often teased the girls, so Roger's dis her place she began to read The Bobbsey Twins at London Toas the latest in the series about Bert and Nan, and Flossie and Freddie, and their cat, Snoop Two sets of twins in one fa to a fas intruded upon her concentration Lacey's father was a salesman whose territory took him away fro for food and grudgingly cleaned the house, but he never took Lacey with him to shop, or spent tiht her how to cook or sew, or insisted that she clean her teeth and wash every day And on weeknights she often had to getthe hallway and eased open her mother's bedroom door "Hush, child, I have a headache," Susan Wilson said A sweet, tangy odor hung in the room All her life, Lacey would associate the smell of rum with herthe door quietly, Lacey went to the kitchen She longed for so but she was not allowed to use the stove, so she made a bowl of cereal and milk and cut a banana in pieces to put on top To block her loneliness, she read her book as she ate her food