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Lilah impatiently asks, “What size?”<br />
Frankie laughs. “Yeah, Ruthie. What size is your ass?”<br />
“Ruthie?” I hear a voice behind me.<br />
Like the Red Sea parting, the racks of underwear seem<br />
to float aside to make room for Aunt Marty. She smiles<br />
serenely, even after Frankie bursts into hysterical giggling.<br />
Celeste, acting all mature, holds her hand out and says,<br />
“You must be Martine.”<br />
“I’m Ruthie’s aunt Marty,” Aunt Marty says, shaking<br />
Celeste’s hand.<br />
Celeste adds, “You look so much better than your picture<br />
in Fabrique.”<br />
“Thank you,” Aunt Marty replies. “I think.”<br />
Lilah says, “Oh my God. It’s you. I read you every<br />
month! I can’t believe you’re in Dover!”<br />
“Sometimes I can’t believe it, either.”<br />
Frankie, still tittering, elbows me.<br />
“Oh yeah,” I say, “this is Frankie.”<br />
Blushing, Frankie over-shakes Aunt Marty’s hand. With<br />
the four of us chest deep in underwear, I say, “I’m almost<br />
done here. We can go soon.”<br />
“Go?” Aunt Marty asks.<br />
Like ducklings imprinted on her, Celeste and Frankie<br />
echo, “Go?”<br />
Even Lilah says, “Go? You just got here!”<br />
“Well . . . I—”<br />
What can I say? That I came for delicious-secret<br />
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