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"Show me her best effort. Hold her up. Let's see what she tries." As doctor Macaluso made silly faces, Libby, suspended under both arms, did her thing. It wasn't much. Her legs were totally tangled. There were just minimally effective alternating right and left sided jerks that stopped when the doctor held up his hand and said, "Hold it!" to her surprise, then, "OK. Go!" This game went on for about five minutes before Libby got to her goal - doctor Macaluso on all fours backward ready for the kick in the butt. From her suspended standing position, that was an Olympian effort, but dad helped it succeed with a body swinging motion that actually delivered the blow. A little more play and laughter was followed by a hesitant question from mother, "Well?" "Scuse me? What?" "Are you going to examine our daughter?" dad chimed in, trying to be polite, but unable to wait on all this fooling around any longer. Macaluso couldn't help himself, "The doctor will be in a minute," fixing himself up and going to his office to review Libby's x-rays that had been taken earlier at Shannon's request. "Who the hell was that?" was the look in both parents faces, as Libby declared, "I like him. He's silly." Libby was beautiful to look at. Her face engaged, and those eyes! Wow! A real charmer. But her sorry little left hand was clenched into an unyielding fist that only opened as part of some greater bodily effort. Her legs at rest had the left well to her right and the right well to her left, both rotated severely inward, and flexed at the knees. Her feet were in a constant state of downward pointing such that the walking attempt