I’m working on my weight-I’m turning it around.” I took in a breath. She took a few steps in and looked around as if she expected to be attacked by a giant pan of fudge. It’s tough living so consciously all the time. It made me wonder if she did that in case there were times when she had to wear a bob to feminize herself. It must’ve looked like I was merging with my mustard-colored couch, as if it was just a puddle of me.Įddie’s hair was a little longer now and could maybe be a bob if she didn’t keep it so far back behind her ears. I watched a moment of realization pass through her as she saw how big I’d gotten-my size no doubt highlighted by my yellow T-shirt and matching sweat pants. My step-daughter, Edna-who wanted to be called Eddie, pushed open the door. The following excerpt is from Sugar Land by tammy lynne stoner, published on October 23, 2018 by Red Hen Press Copyright (c) 2018 by tammy lynne stoner.
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