When I saw Samantha outside, I whispered to her about the puzzling behavior. I looked in the corner but saw no one, and I looked back at her wide-eyed, finally realizing what her diagnosis entailed. But much to my confusion, she was talking to something in the corner of the room. At first, I thought she was speaking to me I happily asked what she had said since she had been silent since her arrival. While measuring her, I started to notice some very strange behavior from her. This would be difficult because of her wide girth and small shoulders. The next morning after breakfast, I measured Fanny for her clothes. I did not understand what was wrong with her, but it was apparent that she was unable to comprehend what was happening. I was crying on the inside for Aunt Fanny. “Now don’t you move from here or you will get more of this,” Mamma said as she waved the swatter in Fanny’s face.Įveryone went back to bed, and Samantha and I piled the plywood in the middle of the room.
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