Crank (Crank 1)

through the door.

“Feeling better? We went shopping.

I needed a new swimsuit in the worst way.”

Mom put an armful of bags

on the counter, ignoring

my crumbs.

I got you one too. Your old one

is pretty ratty.

Leigh reached into

a Macy’s bag, extracted

it for approval.

“Cute, huh? She wanted to get you a tank. I

insisted on a bikini. You do still like pink?”

Mom looked at the hot pink

crochet, as if for the first time,

shook her head and clucked,

Better try it on. Can’t show too much

skin at Scott’s company picnic.

Leigh glanced down

at my T-shirt hem,

barely covering our

sisterly secret.

“Nope, wouldn’t do. Wouldn’t

do at all.”

All Thoughts of Bad Habits

I Went to Try On the Swimsuit

Few things are quite as

humblin

g

as cinching yourself up