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andldquo;Mom!andrdquo; shouted Anastasia as she clattered up the back steps and into the kitchen after school. andldquo;Guess what Meredith Halberg gave me! Just what Iandrsquo;ve been wanting! And it didnandrsquo;t cost anything! andrdquo;
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Mrs. Krupnik put a casserole into the oven, closed the oven door, and adjusted the temperature. She turned around. andldquo;Let me think,andrdquo; she said. andldquo;Chickenpox?andrdquo;
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Anastasia made a face. It was terrible, having a mother who always made jokes. andldquo;Ha ha, very funny,andrdquo; she said. andldquo;I said it was something Iandrsquo;d been wanting. Anyway, I had chickenpox years ago.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Well,andrdquo; said her mother, andldquo;I canandrsquo;t think of anything else that doesnandrsquo;t cost anything.andrdquo;
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Anastasia was so excited she was almost jumping up and down. andldquo;Youandrsquo;ll never guess! Wait, Iandrsquo;ll show you. Theyandrsquo;re on the back porch. Theyandrsquo;re probably getting cold. Iandrsquo;ll bring them in.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Hold it,andrdquo; her mother said. She looked suspicious. andldquo;What do you mean, theyandrsquo;re getting cold? Itandrsquo;s not something alive, is it?andrdquo;
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But Anastasia had already gone, banging the door behind her. In a minute she was back, holding a wooden box with a wire mesh cover over it. A rustling sound came from inside the box.
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Her mother retreated instantly, behind the kitchen table. andldquo;No!andrdquo; she said. andldquo;It is something alive! Anastasia, absolutely not! Iandrsquo;ve told you and told you that I canandrsquo;t standandmdash;andrdquo;
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Anastasia wasnandrsquo;t listening. Her mother was so boring sometimes. She undid the latch and lifted the cover of the box.
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andldquo;Gerbils! andrdquo; she announced with delight.
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Her mother backed away until she was against the refrigerator. She picked up a wooden spoon and held it like a weapon. andldquo;GET THOSE THINGS OUT OF MY KITCHEN IMMEDIATELY!andrdquo; she bellowed.
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andldquo;But, Mom, look how cute they areandmdash;andrdquo;
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andldquo;I SAID, OUT OF MY KITCHEN!andrdquo;
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Grouchily, Anastasia covered the box again. She took it to the back hall.
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andldquo;Mom,andrdquo; she said when she returned, andldquo;you can open your eyes now. Theyandrsquo;re in the back hall.andrdquo;
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Her mother sat down and took some deep breaths.
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She looked around warily. andldquo;Anastasia,andrdquo; she said, andldquo;you know I canandrsquo;t stand rodents.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Mom, theyandrsquo;re sweet, furry littleandmdash;andrdquo;
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andldquo;Rodents.andrdquo; Her mother shuddered.
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andldquo;Well, maybe. But, Momandmdash;andrdquo;
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Her mother laid the wooden spoon on the table. She took another deep breath. andldquo;Rodents make me faint,andrdquo; she said. andldquo;I very nearly passed right out cold when you started taking the lid off that box.andrdquo;
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Anastasia sighed. There wasnandrsquo;t another kid in the whole town who had a mother so idiotic. Coffee, she thought. Coffee will help. She took the coffeepot from the stove and poured her mother a cup.
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andldquo;Letandrsquo;s have a reasonable conversation about this subject,andrdquo; she suggested, handing her mother the cup
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of steaming coffee.
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Her mother sipped, and shuddered one more time. andldquo;Tell me one reasonable reason for having disgusting rodents in this house,andrdquo; she said grimly.
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andldquo;I can tell you lots more than one. The first is that I really need a pet.andrdquo;
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andldquo;You have one. Youandrsquo;ve had Frank Goldfish since you were eight years old. I thought you loved Frank.andrdquo;
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andldquo;I do love Frank, but heandrsquo;s boring. You canandrsquo;t teach him tricks. You canandrsquo;t cuddle him.andrdquo;
and#160;andldquo;You want to teach tricks toandmdash;you want to cuddle thoseandmdash;what are they called?andrdquo;and#160;
andldquo;Romeo and Juliet. I named them on the way home.andrdquo;
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andldquo;I donandrsquo;t mean names. I meantandmdash;what did you say they are?andrdquo;
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andldquo;Gerbils.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Okay, then. If you want to teach tricks to gerbils, I suggest you start by teaching them to walk on their cute, furry little hind legs. Right through the back door, down the steps, across the street, around the corner, and back to Meredith Halbergandrsquo;s house.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Mom, thatandrsquo;s stupid.andrdquo;
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Her mother sighed. andldquo;I know itandrsquo;s stupid. But, Anastasia, honestly, I have this rodent phobia.andrdquo;
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andldquo;I can see that. You look very pale. Iandrsquo;m really concerned about you, Mom. Thatandrsquo;s why itandrsquo;s important to get used to Romeo and Juliet and overcome this very serious phobia that you have.andrdquo;
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Her mother groaned. At least she wasnandrsquo;t screaming andldquo;noandrdquo; anymore. That was a good sign.
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andldquo;Reason number two,andrdquo; said Anastasia. andldquo;Theyandrsquo;re going to be my science project. The Science Fair is in February, and Iandrsquo;m the only kid in the seventh grade who hasnandrsquo;t chosen a project yet.andrdquo;
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andldquo;I told you to do the life cycle of the frog. I told you Iandrsquo;d help you make a huge poster describing the
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life cycle of the frog.andrdquo;
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andldquo;For Peteandrsquo;s sake, Mom, thatandrsquo;s something you do in third grade. Everybody in the entire world has already done the life cycle of the frog, in third grade. This is junior high. This guy in my classandmdash;Norman Berkowitz? Heandrsquo;s building a computer for his science project.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Norman Berkowitzandrsquo;s father won the Nobel Prize in Physics last year,andrdquo; Mrs. Krupnik pointed out. She got up and poured herself another cup of coffee.
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andldquo;Well,andrdquo; said Anastasia sulkily, andldquo;so what. Big deal. Dad was nominated for the American Book Award last year. The daughter of the person who was nominated for the American Book Award canandrsquo;t turn up at the Science Fair with a dumb life cycle of the frog poster, for Peteandrsquo;s sake.andrdquo;
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andldquo;What on earth could you do with a couple of smelly rodents?andrdquo;
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andldquo;Theyandrsquo;re not smelly,andrdquo; said Anastasia angrily. andldquo;Iandrsquo;m going to mate my gerbils, and thenandmdash;andrdquo;
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andldquo;Youandrsquo;re going to what?andrdquo;
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andldquo;Mate my gerbils. Then Iandrsquo;ll study the pregnancy, and make notes, and observe their babies. Iandrsquo;ll learn everything to know aboutandmdash;andrdquo;
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andldquo;OVER MY DEAD BODY ARE YOU GOING TO MATE RODENTS IN THIS HOUSE.andrdquo;
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Whoops. She was losing ground, Anastasia knew. Time to present reason number three.
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andldquo;Mom,andrdquo; she said calmly, andldquo;youandrsquo;re being unreasonable and irrational again. Hereandrsquo;s reason number three. Think about Sam.andrdquo;
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andldquo;I am thinking about Sam,andrdquo; said Mrs. Krupnik forcefully. andldquo;I do not want a three-year-old playing with nasty, filthy, littleandmdash;andrdquo;
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andldquo;Mom, gerbils are clean. Be calm now. You know how youandrsquo;re always saying that sex education should begin in the home.andrdquo;
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Her mother was starting to take deep breaths again, a bad sign. She sipped her coffee. andldquo;Thatandrsquo;s true,andrdquo; she said. andldquo;I do say that. What does that have to do with rodents?andrdquo;
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andldquo;Gerbils. Practice saying gerbils, Mom.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Gerbils, then. What about sex education and gerbils? And what about Sam?andrdquo;
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andldquo;Itandrsquo;s Samandrsquo;s chance for sex educationandmdash;right here in his very own home! He can see my gerbils having babies! Sam doesnandrsquo;t know anything about sex yet.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Anastasia,andrdquo; her mother said and sighed. andldquo;Samandrsquo;s not interested in sex. Heandrsquo;s only three.andrdquo;
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andldquo;But heandrsquo;s super intelligent, Mom. You know how interested he is in everything. You know how heandrsquo;s starting to learn to read, and he knows all the letters, and all the numbers, andandmdash;andrdquo;
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andldquo;That has nothing to do with sex.andrdquo;
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andldquo;I bet you anything that Sam is very interested in sex.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Bet you he isnandrsquo;t.andrdquo;
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Anastasia thought for a minute. If she did this right, she would win. But it would be tricky.
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andldquo;Where is Sam?andrdquo; she asked casually.
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andldquo;In the living room, playing.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Tell you what,andrdquo; Anastasia suggested. andldquo;Letandrsquo;s ask him. Letandrsquo;s ask him if heandrsquo;s interested in sex, and if he says yes, can I keep Romeo and Juliet?andrdquo;
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andldquo;No way,andrdquo; said her mother. andldquo;It wouldnandrsquo;t be fair, because the instant he sees them, heandrsquo;ll say heandrsquo;s interested.andrdquo;
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andldquo;I wonandrsquo;t let him see them. I wonandrsquo;t even mention gerbils. Itandrsquo;ll be a fair test.andrdquo;
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Her mother gulped the last of her coffee while she thought it over. Finally she said, andldquo;Okay, but here are the rules. Iandrsquo;ll call Sam in, and Iandrsquo;ll ask him. And you are not to say a word about gerbils or gerbil babies. Not one word, understand?andrdquo;
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Anastasia nodded. andldquo;I wonandrsquo;t. Weandrsquo;ll only ask him if heandrsquo;s interested in sex.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Iandrsquo;ll ask him. You keep your mouth completely shut.andrdquo;
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Anastasia clamped her mouth closed. She sucked her lips in between her teeth.
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Her mother examined the clamped-mouth face. andldquo;Okay,andrdquo; she said.
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She put her empty coffee cup in the sink, went to the kitchen door, and called, andldquo;Sam? Would you come in here for a minute? I want to ask you something.andrdquo;
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They could hear Samandrsquo;s little feet trotting down the hall. He appeared in the kitchen door, grinning, with his blue jeans sagging and his sneakers untied.
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andldquo;Hi, Anastasia!andrdquo; Sam said. andldquo;Today at nursery school I did blocks. All the blocks have letters. I can spell my name with blocks, and I can spell andlsquo;airplane,andrsquo; and andlsquo;cookie,andrsquo; andandmdash;andrdquo;
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Anastasia smiled at him and didnandrsquo;t say anything. She kept her mouth clamped closed.
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andldquo;Sam, old buddy,andrdquo; said Mrs. Krupnik casually,andldquo; I have a question I want to ask you.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Okay,andrdquo; said Sam happily. andldquo;Can I have a cookie?andrdquo;
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Anastasia handed him a raisin cookie from the cookie jar. She kept her mouth tightly closed.
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andldquo;Sam,andrdquo; said his mother, andldquo;are you interested in sex?andrdquo;
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Sam had stuffed half a cookie into his mouth. He chewed solemnly.
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andldquo;Sam?andrdquo; asked his mother.
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andldquo;Iandrsquo;m thinking,andrdquo; he said, with his mouth full. andldquo;Iandrsquo;m giving it serious thought.andrdquo;
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Finally, after he had swallowed, he asked, andldquo;How do you spell it?andrdquo;
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Anastasia grinned. Victory was in sight. She began to open her mouth to say andldquo;S.andrdquo; But her mother glared at her.
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andldquo;Anastasia,andrdquo; Mrs. Krupnik said in warning, andldquo;keep your mouth absolutely shut, or our bet is off.andrdquo;
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To Sam, Mrs. Krupnik said, andldquo;S-E-X.andrdquo;
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Sam chewed the other half of his cookie slowly. He frowned. He was thinking. You could always tell when Sam was thinking because his forehead wrinkled up.
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andldquo;Iandrsquo;ll be back in a minute,andrdquo; he said suddenly, and trotted out of the kitchen.
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Anastasia sat very still with her mouth tightly closed. Her lips were beginning to ache.
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Then Sam reappeared. andldquo;Yes,andrdquo; he announced.andrdquo; I am very interested in sex.andrdquo; And off he went, back to his game in the living room.
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Mrs. Krupnik stared at Anastasia. Her eyes narrowed into a suspicious look. andldquo;All right,andrdquo; she said, finally. andldquo;A betandrsquo;s a bet. You win.andrdquo;
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Anastasia relaxed her mouth and wiggled her tongue a bit to make sure it still worked. She grinned. andldquo;Thanks, Mom,andrdquo; she said.
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andldquo;You tricked me somehow. Tell me how.andrdquo;
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Anastasia took a cookie and began to pick the raisins out, one by one. She popped them into her mouth. She didnandrsquo;t say anything.
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andldquo;Why am I always outsmarted by a thirteen-year-old? Tell me how you did it!andrdquo;
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Finally Anastasia shrugged. andldquo;It wasnandrsquo;t a trick. It was just that Iandrsquo;ve been teaching Sam to play Scrabble. I knew when he left the kitchen that he was going off to check the Scrabble points in andlsquo;sex.andrsquo; X is one of his favorite letters. Eight points for an X.andrdquo; She broke off a bit of the raisinless cookie and put it in her mouth.
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Her mother watched her chew. After a moment she said, andldquo;Someday, Anastasia, I am going to offer you for adoption.andrdquo;
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andldquo;Me and my gerbils, right?andrdquo;