Chapter 59

With an encouraging nod, Aunt Bobbie prompts, “That’s what the doctor said?”

“Yeah,” Penny murmurs. “Evie was a big lady, you know.” A low sigh runs through us, and I smile into my drink as I remember Aunt Evie. Even now I can’t think of her as fat, because that word has such negative connotations in our society. Fatmeans slovenly, unhealthy, overweight. Evie’s body was merely an outward portrayal of the size of her heart, her arms enveloping you in her generosity, her hips wide as if she was mother of us all. My vision blurs and I take a deep breath, inhaling the heady vapors of the rum. I should’ve come this summer.

Dan massages my neck, puts his lips to my ear. “Are you going to be okay?” he wants to know. I nod, yes, but can’t seem to find the words to reply.