Roberta, meanwhile, had brown eyes, a pointy chin, and absolutely perfect posture when she sat without fidgeting in a grown-up chair and a clean white dress. With both girls, their parents had hoped for a boy and picked out a name in advance.
At last, Roberta had found an authority figure she could please without hating herself.
“What’s going on?” asked Roberta, smashing through the branches nearby.
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