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Show 91 Neda Experiments wif deaf Neda was fat and disgusting and had a horrible disposition, but she was the smartest person in the universe. She xxxxxxxaxxix i?xaBXkxxxaxRxxxxxHxaxaxxaxxiaaxxxxgxx?axxxk read novels in French and Russian and was learning Spanish so she could read the South Americans. She was going to read everything in the world and no one was going to stop her. She memorized the Periodical Table of Elements. She could quote Shakespeare. She ciphered astronomical figures through her head in seconds. She stole huge cakes and boxes of candy bars from stores, so many that even she couldn't eat them all, so made a tremendous profit by selling them xxi at half price ia at school. She was a first rate crimminal mind, a Lex Luthor in the body of a fat little girl. She hated me. She hated almost everything and everyone, especially me and Red, and she always had good reasons. In school, Neda won everything; spelling bees, times table quizzes, poetry memorization contests, writing awards, even elections, even though nobody voted for her. Neda was class president. Neda was May Queen. Neda was Catholic Girl of the year. Every year. She despised it all. She fixed those elections just to spite everyone. Neda set records for eating in place. Then she got sick. Something went wrong with Neda's heart. Like Neda it was up to no good. It was murmuring and it murmured nothing good. Neda had a rumor in her heart that things were wrong. Red was out of work and carrying his bov/ling ball around far too much. Uncle Jon took long walks in small rooms. Edju was right. Jon was nuts. He thought we were trying to kill him and unfortunately he was wrong. Bush was in the hospital. Helen prayed all day long. And now there was a x murmur in Neda's heart that her self was trying to kill her. "I said nobody get sick anymore!" yelled Red. "Didn't you hear me, god-damn-it? Doesn't anybody listen to me?" Neda lay on the living room floor clutching her chest. She said "elg. " ,. . Jon gtP-nrad over her. He was taking a walk in the living room |