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Show ; Alone Page 55 He grabbed her elbow and worked it like a pump handle. "Come on! Come is, you can do it!" She pulled her elbow away and whispered, "Sister Castrensia." He cried out in pain. "You're jacking me o- I mean, you're just g that up." "No." "It's a real toss-up, but I think I like Krystle and Velvette and Stor-ietter." "So do they," said Polly. A numbness was creeping up from her feet. ites with his hemlock. "What are they, Negroes?" "Mexican Americans," said Polly after a pause. "But not from the most Lleged of backgrounds." "Deracinated," he said. "Poor barrio family," she said. She really did not want to let this 1. "Reformed street sluts," he said. "On the lam from their pimps or :ops. Claiming sanctuary. The weird sisters." "No more," she said, the social activist in her struggling with the tity teenager. He hadn't even laid eyes on the sisters yet. This is the man whom my little sister spends her time with. Shanny, was always the naughty littlest one, who got away with bloody murder got to go to public school because she was so cuddly nobody could refuse Here's Shanny's bloody murder now, in the person of this big, weird |