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By Victoria Englehart
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Chapter One"Alexandra!" shouted mother as she banged her coffee cup on top of the breakfast table. "What in the world are you doing?"
Alexandra shuffled through the kitchen, her left shoe dragging but her right shoe fit, almost.
Mother covered her face with both hands and peeked at Alexandra through her fingers. "What am I going to do with you? You've been trying on shoes all week. Ever since your Aunt and her family have arrived."
"Well, she asked me ..." "I know", mother groaned, "Whose shoes will you walk in when you grow up? I wish she had never said that ..."
Alexandra looked down at her cousin's brown moccasin on her right foot and Dad's black loafer on her left. "How will I know if I don't walk around in other people's shoes?"
Mother frowned, towering tall over Alexandra. "I forbid you to continue, you're going to get hurt. No more. Go to your room right now; put all those shoes back where they belong."
Alexandra's eyes filled with tears. "But how can I answer ...?" her lip trembled and her voice shook. "How will I know whose shoes?"
"Oh Alexandra," mother knelt and hugged her daughter. "Forget about all this. When you grow up, you'll understand what your aunt meant." Mother stood up. "Now, I mean it. Put all of those shoes away. Right now!"
Mother felt soft and warm and smelled like vanilla, but this would not solve Alexandra's problem. She hobbled up the stairs to her bedroom. Dad's loafer clunking up each step. She pushed open the door and looked at the assortment of shoes all over the floor.
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