"Rats!"I groaned.

"Rats!"I groaned. "Is he coming along?"

I stared disgustedly at my recent stepbrother, Benny, sitting in the back seat of Dad's car. Benny is eight, short and thin with beady observations and big ears. Now that Mom and Dad are divorced, I single see Dad every other weekend, and Benny is always horning in. He ruins everything.

The time we went hiking, he got a blister. The zoo made him sneeze At the baseball game he got a peanut up his nose. If Dad had to remarry, I don't papal court why he picked Benny's mother. I mean, she's OK It's just too bad that Benny was

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