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"I'e She was so wonderfully light and graceful she see, Bart I know she must feel lost and empty without it"

"No, she doesn't," I answered quickly "Moot that typewriter and her book to work on all day and ht, and that's all she needs She and Daddy lie in bed for hours and hours, especially when it rains, and they talk about sorandray dresses all the time, and I hide in the closet and think it's just like some dumb fairy tale"

She appeared shocked "Do you spy on your parents? That's not very nice, Bart Adults need privacy-- everyone needs privacy"

I sood to tell her I spied on everyone--even her sometimes

Her blue eyes greider and she stared atht you better than that Bart, if you want people to love you and respect you, you have to treat them as you would want to be treated Would you like for me to spy on you?"

"NO!" I roared

Another day, another trip to the office of that gray-haired old doctor who made me lie down and close my eyes so he could sit behind me and ask dumb questions

"Are you Bart Sheffield today or Malcol

"What is Malcolm's last name?"

Was none of his business

"How do you feel about your mother now that she can't dance ballet anymore?"

"Glad"

Took hi real excited so his face was red when I opened ive hiet excited about "I wish Jory would fall and smash both his kneecaps Then I could walk faster than hi better too Then when I come into the room everyone will look at me, not him"

He waited for ently, "I understand, Bart You fear your mother and father don't love you as much as they do Jory"

Rage took me over "Yes, she does! She lovesthat row up and be a doctor--but now I don't want to 'Cause my real daddy wasn't a doctor like they told me He was an attorney"