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288 pages, Hardcover
First published August 12, 2014
Sometimes, while rereading, he was shocked to discover that a book had magically changed. It was as if the author had tiptoed into the professor's library, plucked the book off the shelf, and created a brand-new one, without changing a single word.
"I must say, I've grown quite fond of Alf," said Fleabrain. "I'm learning to appreciate his generosity, and his pragmatic, down-to-earth attitude toward life. And, of course, the friend of my friend is my friend, to paraphrase the ancient proverb 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.' There is some quibbling as to whether that proverb is of Arab or Chinese or Indian provenance, although all cultures eventually discover similar truths, I have learned. In any case, I do prefer my paraphrase. The dog and I are pals."
"I'm really glad about that," Franny said.
"We miss you, Franny," called Teresa.
But which Franny? Franny wanted to ask. Which Franny do you miss? Because, actaully, I've been here all along. In the flesh.
How dare he talk about her as if she weren't there, as if she were a strange, unlikeable girl just because she'd gotten polio! As if there was no hope that things would ever get better; as if she didn't have, couldn't have, a good friend or two!
"I wear glasses to help me see," she told her parents. "My wheelchair helps me move. I'm not a pedestrian anymore. Sure, it's a tight squeeze through some doorways, but most of the time this chair is my noble steed."
A polio-free world may be at the fingertips of a Pittsburgh scientist...But the news report was about vaccines and prevention. Not one single word about curing those already stricken.
Aren't I a part of the world? she thought.