part one: martha
At first she is startling in her let-it-all-hang-out rotundity. "Why," my sister asks after meeting her the first time, "is her belly so big and low?"; a question I, being more liberal and accepting than my sister (who it should be noted feels the need to criticize and find fault with everyone and everything: "looking good, honey," she says mockingly of every female we pass while driving in her car, or, "there's a guy for you," of every male we pass), have never asked,...
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