CHAPTER 12
Can she put steak sauce on her steak? Better check the book. No, screw it. She has never eaten steak without steak sauce since she was five, and Aunt Belle thought she was weird. She isn’t going to start now.
Lary smears her burnt piece of meat with a thick layer of the brown sauce. She can feel the bucket of just consumed green beans already swimming in her stomach.
Wouldn’t a vodka mart go good now?
After dinner she starts pulling out grungy old audiotapes from her floor-to-ceiling shelves along with books, old birthday cards, misplaced underwear, and gawd-knows-what, all the while looking for Jane Fonda’s miracle tape of bouncing, jumping, bending, stretching, body-torturing exercises. She’d discovered it in her thirties, and had done it religiously – before work, after s
