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The Most Famous Little Girl in the World
by Nancy Kress
The most famous little girl in the world stuck out her tongue at me. "These are all my Barbie dolls and you
can't use them!"

I ran to Mommy. "Kyra won't share!"

"Kyra, dear," Aunt Julie said in that funny tight voice she had ever since IT happened, "share your new
dolls with Amy."

"No, they're mine!" Kyra said. "The news people gave them all to me!" She tried to hold all the Barbie
dolls, nine or ten, in her arms all at once, and then she started to cry.

She does that a lot now.

"Julie," Mommy said, real quiet, "she doesn't have to share."

"Yes, she does. Just because she's now some sort of … oh, God, I wish none of this had happened!"
Then Aunt Julie was crying, too.

Grown ups aren't supposed to cry. I looked at Aunt Julie, and then at stupid Kyra, still bawling, and then
at Aunt Julie again. Nothing was right.

Mommy took me by the hand, led me into the kitchen, and sat me on her lap. The kitchen was all warm
and there were chocolate-chip cookies baking, so that was good. "Amy," Mommy said, "I want to talk
to you."

"I'm too big to sit on your lap," I said.

"No, you're not," Mommy said, and held me closer, and I felt better. "But you are big enough to
understand what happened to Kyra."

"Kyra says she doesn't understand it!"

"Well, in one sense that's true," Mommy said. "But you understand some of it, anyway. You know that
Kyra and you were in the cow field, and a big spaceship came down."

"Can I have a cookie?"

"They're not done yet. Sit still and listen, Amy."

I said, "I know all this! The ship came down, and the door opened, and Kyra went in and I was far away
and I didn't." And then I called Mommy on the cell phone and she called 911 and people came running.
Not Aunt Julie—Mommy was baby-sitting Kyra at Kyra's house. But police cars and firemen and
ambulances. The cars drove right into the cow field, right through cow poop. If the cows hadn't been all
bunched together way over by the fence, I bet the cars would have driven through the cows, too. That
would have been kind of cool.

Kyra was in there a long time. The police shouted at the little spaceship, but it didn't open up or anything.
I was watching from an upstairs window, where Mommy made me go, through Uncle John's binoculars.