Sublime

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

The Working Girl (Xeroxing)

The customer is short but sturdy, in some thickening limbo of middle age.

largesse

gauche caviar

I have smelled what suntan lotion smells like spread over 21000 pounds of hot flesh.

(the scent of balls of both varieties is still palpable)

The former associate editor in charge of the magazine’s SOCIETY PAGES feature had once referred to Skip Atwater as an emotional tampon, though there were plenty of people who could verify that she had been a person with all kinds of personal baggage of her own. As with institutional politics everywhere, the whole thing got very involved.

the way a shiva’s job is to fill the crevices of grief with love.