QUOTE : She stood in the middle of my bedroom, gazing around with wide eyes. I hadn’t made my bed. In three years. And the walls were plastered with wakeboarding posters and snowboarding posters and surfing posters (I was going to learn to snowboard and surf someday, too). It all might have been overwhelming at first-not exactly <i>House Beautiful.</i><br />“Is this McGillicuddy’s room?” she asked.<br />“What! No. McGillicuddy’s a neat freak. Also he collects Madame Alexander dolls.”<br />She turned her wide eyes on me. <br />“Kidding! I’m kidding,” I backtracked. Why did I have to make up stuff like that? My family was weird enough for real.