Each remembered mortification etches grooves in her cheeks. On the right: Oxfords when she’d asked for Mary Janes; miscarriage; promotions awarded to rivals. The left: Misspelling “woebegone” in the championship bee; her husband’s affairs, discovered posthumously; being swaddled in adult diapers. One memory reveals two dimples nestled within the folds.
At 5 feet give or take, author Ann S. Epstein appreciates “short” but also favors “long” earrings, slumbers, and summer evenings.
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