Once, when my brother was four or five and
my sister three or four, Dennis came running into the house. “What’s wrong?”
my mother asked. “Wanda hit me!” my brother, in tears, cried out. Not
wanting him to be unable to take care of himself, my mother told him to hit my
sister back if she did it again. A few minutes later, Wanda ran into the house,
howling at the top of her lungs. Dennis had found the largest
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