I don't know why I look so exasperated. Or why I still have a Christmas tree in my room in March. Or why my camera has miraculously begun functioning again. Or why the 'p' in pneumonia is silent. Or why there are people called Leslie. I wish my name was Beatrix Potter. When we moved to Florida, my brother changed his name to Landen. I told everyone his real name was David. He got really upset, and I felt horrible. I'm not a very good sister. But I can swim all right, I mean I'm a fair swimmer.