Column: Ensnared by a tribe of girls
"Hello. My sisters are all morons," said 12, when the phone rang and she got there first. These days, it's a race for the phone. Boys call on the phone. The phone belongs to the quick and the cute. Her, of course.
12 may be last in arrival, but she is infinitely more motivated and amply capable of reminding the entire world--especially 14 and 16, her first-but-not-most sisters--that she is not least. Last but not least. A scientifically supportable theory around here.
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