Sublime

“If you’re ever in Cody, Wyoming,” he told himself, “just ask for Wild Bob.”

Mrs. Amber Moltke, the artist’s young spouse, wore a great billowing pastel housedress and flattened espadrilles and was, for better or worse, the sexiest morbidly obese woman Atwater had ever seen. Eastern Indiana was not short on big pretty girls, but this was less a person than a vista, a quarter ton of sheer Midwest pulchritude, and Atwater had

My chest bumps like a dryer with shoes in it.

Book of the Dun Cow.

Flannery

copacetic