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She continued to back away and to shake her head as if she was looking at a ghost.
I rose. âWhatâs wrong with you?â I asked her.
âI donât want twins!â she cried. âI donât care about being a good older sister. I donât want any more babies.â
âCathy?â Momma said as my sister turned and ran out of the room and to her own. âWhatâs wrong with her?â she asked me.
âSibling rivalry,â I declared, and Momma looked at me as if I was speaking Chinese.
Slowly, she rose. âThis is ridiculous,â shemuttered, and went off to Cathyâs room to speak to her.
I went to mine to start my homework.
Because of how I acted afterward, Cathy thought I was as upset about Momma getting pregnant as she was. Iâll admit here that I wasnât overjoyed. I would describe it more as being disappointed in both our parents, especially Daddy.
I thought Daddy was a very smart man, even though he wasnât what anyone might describe as rich or the top man in his field at the moment. Actually, I was under the impression that he was getting ready to make some very brilliant move. Whenever we were alone lately, maybe watching the news, which usually bored both Momma and Cathy, and there was a story about someone who had done something very important or made a lot of money, he would say things like, âThatâs the way it will be for us someday, Christopher. Someday weâre going to live in a really nice house, a big house, and your mother will have all of the things she spends hours admiring in magazines or reading about in one of her romance novels.
âCathy will train with the best to be a dancer, and youâre going to attend one of the better medical schools. We wonât have to worry about the cost of anything. Weâre going to travel a lot, too. I always wanted to do a lot of traveling.
âYou get your curiosity about life from me, you know, even though I was never interested inmedicine. Oh, I always respected doctors and still do, but I want to take us all on European trips and trips to Asia and safaris in Africa. The nicer ones, of course. Your mother wonât stand for camping out in tents. Nothing like that. Weâll always go first-class.
âWeâll even go on the âQueen Mary,âââ he said.
Sometimes, when I sat with him and listened to him talk like this, it seemed to me he was just thinking out loud. He wasnât even looking at me. He was just going on and on about owning a boat or a very expensive automobile and a wardrobe of the finest custom-made clothes.
I would never think of him as a dreamer. I thought he was voicing real plans. Someday soon, he would come walking into the house and announce that we had it. He would either have a bigger, more important, very high-paying executive position or have made a wise investment, and we would be very rich.
Why wouldnât I think this about my father? Until now, he had never made a terribly foolish mistake. At least, as far as I knew.
So even though I had my suspicions, when Cathy and I came home from school today, the furthest thing from my mind was that Momma would tell us she was pregnant. Maybe I had snuffed out my suspicions because I didnât want to believe them.
See? No matter what Cathy says about me, I am not Mr. Perfect, and I will admit when I make amistake. I donât need to go to a therapist to know why I snuffed out the truth that was as plain as day, and itâs not because of sibling rivalry. Iâm far above that.
First, I donât want to think my father is that careless, and second, I donât want to see my mother worn down by caring for babies.
Just think of it. I am nearly ten, and Cathy is nearly eight. Thatâs a long time between children. Momma isnât used to being up all night and changing diapers and doing feedings, and with Daddyâs travel schedule, he wonât be that much of a
I rose. âWhatâs wrong with you?â I asked her.
âI donât want twins!â she cried. âI donât care about being a good older sister. I donât want any more babies.â
âCathy?â Momma said as my sister turned and ran out of the room and to her own. âWhatâs wrong with her?â she asked me.
âSibling rivalry,â I declared, and Momma looked at me as if I was speaking Chinese.
Slowly, she rose. âThis is ridiculous,â shemuttered, and went off to Cathyâs room to speak to her.
I went to mine to start my homework.
Because of how I acted afterward, Cathy thought I was as upset about Momma getting pregnant as she was. Iâll admit here that I wasnât overjoyed. I would describe it more as being disappointed in both our parents, especially Daddy.
I thought Daddy was a very smart man, even though he wasnât what anyone might describe as rich or the top man in his field at the moment. Actually, I was under the impression that he was getting ready to make some very brilliant move. Whenever we were alone lately, maybe watching the news, which usually bored both Momma and Cathy, and there was a story about someone who had done something very important or made a lot of money, he would say things like, âThatâs the way it will be for us someday, Christopher. Someday weâre going to live in a really nice house, a big house, and your mother will have all of the things she spends hours admiring in magazines or reading about in one of her romance novels.
âCathy will train with the best to be a dancer, and youâre going to attend one of the better medical schools. We wonât have to worry about the cost of anything. Weâre going to travel a lot, too. I always wanted to do a lot of traveling.
âYou get your curiosity about life from me, you know, even though I was never interested inmedicine. Oh, I always respected doctors and still do, but I want to take us all on European trips and trips to Asia and safaris in Africa. The nicer ones, of course. Your mother wonât stand for camping out in tents. Nothing like that. Weâll always go first-class.
âWeâll even go on the âQueen Mary,âââ he said.
Sometimes, when I sat with him and listened to him talk like this, it seemed to me he was just thinking out loud. He wasnât even looking at me. He was just going on and on about owning a boat or a very expensive automobile and a wardrobe of the finest custom-made clothes.
I would never think of him as a dreamer. I thought he was voicing real plans. Someday soon, he would come walking into the house and announce that we had it. He would either have a bigger, more important, very high-paying executive position or have made a wise investment, and we would be very rich.
Why wouldnât I think this about my father? Until now, he had never made a terribly foolish mistake. At least, as far as I knew.
So even though I had my suspicions, when Cathy and I came home from school today, the furthest thing from my mind was that Momma would tell us she was pregnant. Maybe I had snuffed out my suspicions because I didnât want to believe them.
See? No matter what Cathy says about me, I am not Mr. Perfect, and I will admit when I make amistake. I donât need to go to a therapist to know why I snuffed out the truth that was as plain as day, and itâs not because of sibling rivalry. Iâm far above that.
First, I donât want to think my father is that careless, and second, I donât want to see my mother worn down by caring for babies.
Just think of it. I am nearly ten, and Cathy is nearly eight. Thatâs a long time between children. Momma isnât used to being up all night and changing diapers and doing feedings, and with Daddyâs travel schedule, he wonât be that much of a
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