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— And what now? — came a shrill, irritated voice, cutting through the silence of the village morning. — They’ll come running to me again, asking why my son took a shit right in the garden beds like he’s some wild animal, not a human being?!
With her fists clenched on her hips, Martha snapped, formerly Chris Hanley — ex-basketball player, troublemaker, and life of every school party — staring at the barefoot, mud-covered boy hovering at the edge of the field where the onions grew, pulled out for the second time out of season, and judging by the smell, not just onions.
— I’m talking to you, Jamie — she stepped forward, and her skirt, wet from the morning dew, stuck to her hips, reminding her — yet again — that she now had those… hips. Real ones. Wide, like a milkmaid’s. — Have you completely lost it? We barely have enough money, and you’re out there running around like an idiot, shitting in other people’s gardens! How many times have I told you — get a job! I’m sick of all this crap!
— Stop talking to me like you’re my mom! — Jamie muttered, once Josh Simmons — her best friend, her beer buddy and partner in dumb stunts — now her son, Jamie. Small, twitchy, and with that habit of scratching the back of his head whenever he lied, though right now he was just staring down and digging into the dirt with his finger. — You should know what fun is, you were my bro, Chris. We used to get drunk on Hunter’s roof, remember?
Martha was silent for a second. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, afraid to disturb her face, twisted in a mix of anger, exhaustion, and something else... She sighed so deeply that the baggy, worn-out shirt she wore stretched tight over her round, heavy, full breasts — refusing to let her forget where she was, or who she was now.
— I remember — she said hoarsely, lowering her arms, and her skirt peeled off her thigh with a wet squelch, making her recall how every movement, even a simple step, now felt different in this body, how everything here was just too... big, too alive, doing its own thing. — I remember how you...