Romanie Brooks, Enemy Fat (ca 1930)
May 18, 2003:
Fat woman, blazing abalone earrings and thick coral lipstick, a vision of indulgence in seafood,
sweeps bubbling into the office like the tide, lands her purse thud on the desk like a full
fishbasket, and yells, "This is the Colonial Inn, right?" No. If she'd been smaller
I'd have felt I was throwing her back in.
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