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“Yip. Just a two-timin’ woman,” I sing-songed into the phone. I didn’t know what it meant, but John sang it when his girlfriend went out with another guy. “Why, you rotten little jerk!” Leslie shouted. Suddenly, I heard my mother’s voice behind me. “Tommy, what are you doing?” “Just listening to the phone,” I said. My mom put out her hand for the phone, and I reluctantly gave it to her. Then she spoke into it, “Is anyone on here?” Suddenly, I could hear some shouting of some things that I think would have even embarrassed Mr. Brown. I saw my mom blush and hold the phone away from her ear. I thought, “Boy, is Leslie going to be in trouble.” But instead, all my mom said was, “I see. I will take care of it.” She then hung up the phone, and, boy, did she ever take care of it. I thought my backside would be sore forever. I went out and found Tippy and Nosey, and we went to sit on the haystack so I could feel sorry for myself. “There just isn’t any justice in the world,” I complained to them. “Leslie is the one that says all those bad things, and I’m the one that gets in trouble.” I knew it wouldn’t do any good to talk to a grownup about how unfair it was. Whenever I told my dad that something wasn’t fair, he would just say, “Well, that’s life. Get used to it.” I always wondered why it couldn’t be unfair in my favor once in a while. After a while, I heard someone calling my name. I didn’t even want to answer. But as they continued to call, I decided I better go, because my backside was already sore. When I got to the house, I was told there was a package for me. I opened it up, and there was a great, big