When My Sister was Cleopatra Moon Author:Frances Park She hugged me like a beloved rag doll and wouldn't let me go for a long time. I needed that hug, it almost got me crying. What stopped me was the shocking sight of her bosom plunging out of a red-and-white-striped tube top. In those days I lived in Cleo's hand-me-downs--her faded jeans and old T-shirts--but the thought ... more »of me in that tube top next year was going too far. I would never have deep cleavage nor wear the Wet 'n' Wild hot pink lip gloss so deservedly. And my hair was black straw, no matter how I cut it. It would never move like the ocean when I walked. « less