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</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">Who are you, Rikkie</span>?", Miss Widcombe asked.<br/>
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Once again, the older woman perplexed Rikkie with a seemingly oddly phrased question.  She tried to not be nervous, but Miss Widcombe's tone of voice was irritated and Rikkie was such a... a mouse when it came to dealing with people that seemed upset with her.  How many times today would Rikkie want to run and hide?  Why couldn't Rikkie be brave?<br/>
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It became a little more clear to Rikkie what the lady wanted when the she commented, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">I don't remember our kindly housekeepers having a daughter.</span>"  Rikkie might have confessed right then and there that, as much as she wanted to be, she wasn't a real girl but Miss Widcombe was still talking.  It was as if the woman was thinking out loud for the both of them and Rikkie was afraid to interrupt.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">You seemed terribly anxious when I held your skirt.</span>" said Miss Widcombe.  About that, in truth, Rikkie had only been startled that she'd been grabbed when she wasn't looking.  Then the woman asked Rikkie a question from which there was no escape..., "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">What are you hiding underneath, girl?</span>"<br/>
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Rikkie tried to look Miss Widcombe in the eye.  She tried to not be ashamed for being a fake girl.  Tried to stand tall like other girls that she'd read about who were like her.  But even though she managed to stand there her body trembled, tears welled in her eyes and she turned her reddening face away in shame to look down to the floor on her right.  <br/>
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Rikkie's voice got caught in her throat, at first.  It trembled like the rest of her body, but she managed to softly confess, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Boy parts....  I've got boy parts there, Miss Widcombe.</span>"  A choked sob escaped Rikkie's throat, but she continued, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">I'm Missus Sheehan's... son.</span>"<br/>
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<i>'Why are people so mean?!?</i>' thought Rikkie as little sobs escaped and tears rolled down her face.  '<i>Why do I have to be a fake?!?  Why can't I be a <u>real</u> girl</i>?!?'</span>