should do. No matter what my parents persuaded him. Jack was still Jack and did what he wanted to do. I still saw him running or playing with five fingers on my way home. Different from Jack, I was a good girl in the eyes of my parents and teachers. I wore school suits and didn't even knew what was five fingers shoes. Anyhow, Jack was a caring brother that he often bought me toys. And I acted as a bad girl and helped him to cheat my parents.