Tammi was playing with his requisite Barbie doll at his aunt's feet. She liked to watch him play with his dolls as she read the paper after dinner. Tammi, dressed and redressed the blonde doll seemingly endlessly and, for the most part, listlessly, exhibiting interest only when he thought his aunt was looking closely. Now he assumed his prissy counterfeit smile that he had learned early on and beamed up at her. It was a smile that had saved him many a paddling. "Smile, always, smile," his aunt and teachers had insisted. "I don't want to to have worry lines on that pretty face of yours!"