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So Doggett tented us together and probably hoped I would drag Lou Rae behind me to Evening Pro and Chunka Chow and Wood Wiz and Lake Sci (and by now I was thinking grimly: Why these bleached-bra Christian girls from Maine have to cuten the entire world with nicknames I don't know) but exactly the opposite happened.

He looked like a miniature version of his father. My stepfather's features were okay on a grown man, but they didn't look so good on a baby. Mommy must have read the worried look on my face. She laughed gaily and assured me, “Your brother still has the new baby look. Don't worry. He'll start to 'cuten up' real soon.” “I sure hope so,” I said to myself. She was absolutely glowing and proud of the fact that Arthur looked just like his daddy.