My brother Baggy. . . . He say he a Black man, a warrior. And he can make it by his-self."" Reflecting silently that ""the only problem I got at home is him,"" older sister Johnetta happily helps Baggy pack and sees him out the door exulting, ""I feel just like Dr. King say, free at last."" No sooner is Baggy gone, than Johnetta, who wears her apartment keys prominently around her neck, begins to get lonely--it's scary by herself; there's no excuse to go to the playground where she usually meets her friend Peaches; worst of all ""we gonna have a house full of old stale peanut butter and jelly."" So when she finds Baggy hasn't gone any farther than the front steps it isn't much of a disappointment. The big-eyed brother and sister set against softly-shaded charcoal backgrounds and the consciously stressed charm of Johnetta's Black English monologue make this more subdued than the first exuberant appearances of Everett Anderson. Other sisters will respond to Johnetta's expressive sense of humor, though unlike softhearted adults they may feel that her change of heart came too quickly.