May Belle was as scrawny as Brenda was fat. She stood a moment in the middle of the floor in her underwear, her skin white and goose-bumpy. Her eyes were still drooped from sleep, and her pale brown hair stuck up all over her head like a squirrel’s nest on a winter branch. That’s got to be the world’s ugliest kid, he thought, looking her over with genuine affection. She threw her jeans into his face. “I’m gonna tell Momma.” He threw the jeans back at her. “Tell Momma what?” “How you just stand there staring at me when I ain’t got my clothes on.” Lord. She thought he was enjoying it. “Yeah,
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