Flora leaned forward. She squinted. She tried to make sense of the word typed at the top of the page.
Squirtel!
"Squirtel!" said Flora out loud; she felt a surge of delight at the zippy idiocy of the word. It was almost as good a word as Tootie.
"Keep reading," said her mother.
" 'Squirtel!' " said Flora again. " 'I am. Ulysses. Born anew.' "
"Do you think that's funny?" said her mother.
"Not really," said Flora. Her heart was beating very fast in her chest. She felt dizzy.
"I have told you and told you to leave this typewriter alone," said her mother.