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"Oh, I love a surprise. Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
"Can't tell you that. Then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"I guess not . . . well hurry up, now, and get back, 'cause you know how I'm go
Evelyn shook her head. "No, it's not a shell. Now, don't ask me. You're just going to have to wait and see."
She gave her a piece of paper and said, "This is the phone number and address of where I'll be, and you let me know if you need me, okay?"
Mrs. Threadgoode said she would and held her hand until it was time for her to go. Then the women walked to the front door, where Ed was waiting.
He asked, "How are you today, Mrs. Threadgoode?”
"Oh, I'm just fine, honey . . . full of fried green tomatoes and lima beans that our girl, here, brought me."
Evelyn was hugging her goodbye when a bird-breasted woman in a nightgown and fox furs marched up to them and a
She continued on down the hall, terrorizing all the other old ladies at Rose Terrace.
Evelyn looked at Mrs. Threadgoode. "Vesta Adcock?"
Mrs. Threadgoode nodded. "That's her, all right. What did I tell you? That poor thing doesn't have a full string of fish."
Evelyn laughed and waved goodbye. Her friend waved and called out, "You hurry back, now . . . oh, and listen. . . . Send an old lady a picture postcard sometime, will you?"
BIRMINGHAM TO L.A.X.
OCTOBER 14, l986
Seven years before, Evelyn Couch had been shopping out at the mall and had walked by Goldboro's Radio and TV Center when she saw a fat woman on one of the TV sets in the window who looked vaguely familiar. She tried to place who that woman was, and what show she was on. The woman seemed to be staring right back at her. Then it hit her: My God, that's me. She had been looking at herself on the TV monitor. She was horrified.
It was the first time she had realized how heavy she was. It had happened so gradually over the years, and now, there she was, looking exactly like her mother.
After that she had tried every diet known to man, but she just could not seem to stick to any of them. She had even failed the Last Chance Diet. Twice.
She had joined a health club, once, but was so exhausted by the time she'd pulled herself into those awful leotards, she went home to bed.
An article she'd read in Cosmopolitan said that doctors were now able to suck the fat right out of you, and she would have done that, too, if she had not been so afraid of doctors and hospitals.
So she had just done all her shopping at the Stout Shop and was always pleased when she saw women there who were fatter than she was. To celebrate that fact, she would usually go and treat herself at the Pancake House, two blocks away.
Food had become the only thing she looked forward to, and candy, cakes, and pies were the only sweetness in her life . . .
But now, after all these months of being with Mrs. Threadgoode each week, things had begun to change. Ni
And then, that Sunday she had gone to the Martin Luther King Memorial Baptist Church, a miraculous thing had happened: For the first time in months, she stopped thinking about killing herself or others and realized that she wanted to live. So, still feeling high from the church, she had screwed her courage to the wall and, with the help of two five-milligram tablets of Valium, had actually gone to see a doctor. He ti
One month later, she had an enormous orgasm that nearly scared poor Ed to death.
Ten days after that, Ed was on an exercise program down at the Y.M.C.A.
And within two weeks of receiving her Mary Kay Beauty Showcase, she had studied and completed her Perfect Start Workbook, signed the Mary Kay Beauty Consultant Agreement, and was holding skin-care classes. Soon, in a special ceremony, her Mary Kay district director presented her with a special Perfect Start pin, which she wore with pride. She had even forgotten to eat lunch, once . . .
Things were happening fast. But not fast enough to suit Evelyn; so she took five thousand dollars out of their savings, packed her bags, and today she was sitting on a plane headed to a fat farm in California, reading the brochure they had sent her, as excited as she had been on the first day of school.
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SPA GUEST
7 AM: One hour brisk walk, alternating walk in town and nature walk
8 AM: Coffee and 3 oz. of salt-free tomato Juice
8:30AM: Wake-up exercises, done to the recording of "I'm So Excited," by the Pointer Sisters
9 AM: Stretch and flex exercise class, using balls, wands, and hoops as aids
11 AM: Water fun, using balls and water wings as aids
12 NOON: Lunch . . . 250 calories
I PM: Free time for massage and facials . . . offering Boots and Mitties, a hot oil treatment for the hands and feet
6 PM: Di
73O PM: Arts and crafts. . . Mrs. Jamie Higdon teaching painting, with still life (using artificial fruit only)
FRIDAY ONLY Mrs. Alexander Bagge teaches us how to make basket pots out of dough (nonedible)
NOVEMBER 7, 1967
Hank Roberts had just turned twenty-seven and owned his own construction company. This morning, he and his buddy Travis, with the long hair, had just started a new job. The big yellow bulldozer grumbled and whined as he dug up the vacant lot alongside the old Threadgoode place on First Street. They were getting ready to put a red brick a
Travis, who had smoked two joints already this morning, was walking around, kicking at the ground with his boot, and began mumbling to himself.
"Hey, man, look at this shit. This is heavy, gross stuff, man . . ."
Pretty soon Hank stopped for lunch, and Travis called over to him, "Hey, man, look at all this shit!”
Hank came over and looked at the ground he had just dug up. It was full of fish heads, now mostly just rows of little sharp teeth, along with dried-up skulls of hogs and chickens eaten for supper by people long forgotten.
Hank was a country boy and used to such sights, so he just looked and said, "Yeah, look a-there."
He walked back over and sat down, opened his black tin lunch pail, and began eating one of his four sandwiches. Travis was still struck by what they had uncovered, and continued to poke around. He began to trip out on the bones and skulls and teeth. "Jesus Christ! There must be hundreds of these things! What are they doing here?"