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Chapter One
In the morning, her mother helped her put on the bathing suit with the cartoon bird baby on it.
"You look just like Tweetie Bird," her mother said."Tweetie," she repeated.She had tufts of white hair, big blue saucer eyes, a little round tummy and skinny arms and legs.Her sister, Peachy Pie, came in."Doesn't she look just like TweetiePeachy Pie solemnly nodded."Go show your dad."Peachy Pie took her sister's hand and they went through the apartment. It was an obstacle course of funny props that their father brought home from the studios-masks, models of cities, a robot, a suit of armor, marionettes, a giant stuffed spider in a web, a pair of angel wings. Outside it was so hot that the roses in the courtyard already smelled as sweet as if it were afternoon and the springer spaniels, Digger and Tugger, didn't leap up to greet the girls; they just beat their stubby tails on the sidewalk along with Ringo. The Beatles were playing on their father's boom box as he stood under the palm trees in front of the Spanish bungalow washing his Jeep."She's Tweetie," Peachy Pie said."She is!" said their father. He wiped his hands on a towel and kissed the tops of their heads."Spray us with the hose!" squealed Peachy Pie, and he did.They giggled and wriggled in the rainbow water. Then Tweetie sat in a bucket and Peachy Pie wrapped a Snow-White-and-the-Seven-Dwarves towel around her. Tweetie liked the way it felt to fit her whole self into the bucket and watch her father washing his car. He wore baggy plaid shorts that hung low on his narrow hips and sunglasses that looked like two tiny old Beatles records."Time for breakfast, kidlets their mother called.Tweetie didn't want to get out of the bucket where she fit so perfectly. Her father had to pick her up, kicking and wiggling, and deliver her into a chair that was too big. She missed her bucket. She might not fit into it as well in a few days. Her mother brought bowls of oatmeal with bananas and honey.rosy.
"Will marry me?" asked Tweetie Sweet Pea.
"Oh, that explains it," he laughed.
Sometimes their father wore his hair in a ponytail. Sometimes he let it out and Tweetie played with it. It was blond like hers, and like Beast's. Sometimes he grew a goatee which made him look a lot like Beast, but Tweetie wouldn't have told him that. It might have hurt his feelings.Their mother came in wearing a blue flowered sundress and her big, clunky, lace-up boots. She looked like Beauty except for the shoes."What's going on?" she said, squatting down next to them."The prince is marrying me," Peachy said."Now you girls shouldn't expect a handsome prince to come along and make it all better. I grew up on those fairy tales and it didn't do me any good"
Excerpted from Girl Goddess #9 Nine Stories by Francesca Lia Block, Block
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