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a sister, 'cause I dont like boys much.' Daddy had always said that sometimes you dont get what you want when you pray, that was the same thing as God telling you 'no.' But almost a year after the prayer, a baby sister had arrived. God had done as Carol and Mamma wanted; He'd answered this prayer just as he had so many years ago when she was scared. Carol was glad God had said 'yes' this time.

She wondered what her sister looked like. Would she be scrunchy-looking like the new baby down the street? Would her head be all wobbly like her cousin's head had been? Most of all though, she hoped that her sister would be pretty so that people wouldn't call her names. She didn't want her sister to cry on the way home from school.

'Daddy, what's the baby's name?' Carol asked on the way to the hospital. The baby's name was Kaylee. That was pretty. She'd seen the baby names in the books Mamma bought. Some of them were simply awful. Some were even worse than hers. Carol was glad they found a better name for her sister than they had for her. Carol had always wanted a pretty name like her friends Velvet and Angela.

Kaylee fascinated her sister at first sight. She had the cutest nose. It was tiny and pretty and didn't have a bump in the middle of it like Carol and Daddy. Mamma said that it looked like a cupie doll, whatever that meant. She had eyes that were a darker brown than Carol's and little fingers that grabbed and held tight. Kaylee's head didn't flop much and was also shaped like a raindrop. At least it looked that way to Carol. To see it, though, you had to look down at it and picture the back of the baby's head as the fat part of a rain drop.

Kaylee was a good baby, that's what Mamma said. Carol wondered what that meant. Her sister was too little to do anything bad yet, as far as she could tell. She supposed that maybe people were born good or bad. Maybe that is why some people killed and others didn't.

Carol thanked Jesus that night for doing such a good job on her sister. She was a girl, just like Carol had requested. She was both good and pretty. She also had a nice name. Now Carol would have someone she could teach about the world and someone to play with, eventually. Besides, Mamma wouldn't cry anymore; and Carol was glad about that too.

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