{"id":302,"date":"2007-01-19T18:24:44","date_gmt":"2007-01-19T18:24:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/12\/30\/the-coppertop-kids-rerun\/"},"modified":"2013-09-30T20:04:51","modified_gmt":"2013-09-30T20:04:51","slug":"the-coppertop-kids-rerun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/01\/19\/the-coppertop-kids-rerun\/","title":{"rendered":"the coppertop kids (rerun)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Laura was mean and pugnacious. Not the way most children are. She didn&#8217;t play practical jokes on busybody aunts or pull the ears of annoying cousins like I sometimes did. She told families of their father&#8217;s indiscretions and then wondered aloud in other people&#8217;s company why the children were so ugly and the mothers so dim. She also stole my bike.<\/p>\n<p>Carol was fat. A big lopsided ball of flesh with little beady eyes and bad skin. Laura said too much. Carol didn&#8217;t say enough. She kept hush when the former blamed the drowning of a neighbour&#8217;s cat on Dewey, even though she saw her sister put the animal into a plastic bag and throw it in the creek. Carol ate crawdads. Raw.<\/p>\n<p>Alice had red hair. Redder than her siblings. She wore it protruding from either side of her head in imaginative cartoon style pigtails. There was nothing else remarkable about her.<\/p>\n<p>Dewey said if I didn&#8217;t have anything else to be thankful for, I ought to be thankful I hadn&#8217;t come from that bunch. I&#8217;d be a fat, copper-topped, bike thief and wouldn&#8217;t that be as bad as it got.<\/p>\n<p>Things being what they were, he said, I was a right attractive kid. Couldn&#8217;t help but be&#8217;\u00a6.falling from the same tree as he.<\/p>\n<p>I let him say it. Because I reckoned he was right. <\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Laura was mean and pugnacious. Not the way most children are. She didn&#8217;t play practical jokes on busybody aunts or pull the ears of annoying cousins like I sometimes did. She told families of their father&#8217;s indiscretions and then wondered aloud in other people&#8217;s company why the children were so ugly and the mothers so<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/302","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=302"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/302\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5731,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/302\/revisions\/5731"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}