“You have to be the dog,” said Willa Jean. “Why?” Ramona kept an eye on Mrs. Kemp as she wondered how far she dared go in resisting Willa Jean’s orders. “Because I’m a beautiful rich lady and I say so,” Willa Jean informed her. “I’m a bigger, beautifuler, richer lady,” said Ramona, who felt neither beautiful nor rich, but certainly did not want to crawl around on her hands and knees barking.
