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mabe is nine, going on thirty-three. she tells her mother i hate the way the sun and the moon don't share the sky equally, and i wish mister tompkin could still use his legs and if i could do anything it would be to read a hundred books at record speed and to stop fidgeting like you ask, and also, i'd pet a hunchback whale just once. mabe's mother, who is busy cooking supper, asks mabe if she is keeping an eye on the twins.  tells mabe to help them wash their little hands and to wash her own, too. mabe's mother tells mabe to also set the table and to let the dog out and to stir the potatoes, please. mabe stirs the potatoes then