Sublime

So Gabriel turns into an even-better-looking man named Gorcher Gomble, which is just too embarrassing to say out loud. Meet my husband, Gorcher. But she’s struck a handsome vein: the next husband is, if anything, more attractive again, with glossy white teeth and a slow American accent. He is a bewildering presence in her home, which has changed on

“You’re not too plump,” he said gruffly. “The more of you there is in the world, the better.”

I do so this night, lowering the neckline of my wedding gown so that my new husband might see my cleavage and swoon with delight at the sight of my bust.