Babies love fat.

“Baby Girl,” I say. “I need you to remember everything I told you. Do you rememb…”

“Truth.It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat…”

“I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocola…”

“Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person.”