More than that, I want to show him that he can’t stop me. What he thinks of me will mean less than nothing pretty soon, but while he’s here, if he’s so determined to make fun of me, he’s going to see just how good I am, whether he likes it or not.
I start listening to my own lines, reaching out to find the character in them, instead of just the sounds.
She doesn’t feel beautiful, for starters.
I can do that.
I slouch and cross my arms around where my belly used to be, using the considerable bloating I’ve got going right now from the Swan side effects and limited dumpster dinner options to remember it better.
“‘Can we talk about something else?’” Alexis and I ask, polite and uncomfortable.
“‘Sure!’” Craig exclaims with shrill enthusiasm Laura would have no reason for. “‘How are you li
