“Um, Tootie? Does your mom know where you are? Shouldn’t you be doing homework or something?” “First, homework is a thing of the past. Some brilliant person declared it to be busy work and decided to free us kids from its shackles.” She flashes a grin. “And second, Mom is inside on the phone telling all of her friends about you.” “Yay for no homework.” It’s all I can manage to say before Tootie continues. “She said you have a nice butt, but you seem a little uptight. That she wouldn’t mind kicking your tires—whatever that means.” But her ghost of a smile tells me she thinks she knows exactly
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