Blue Skies, No Candy

Blue Skies, No CandyIn My Wildest and most narcissistic fantasy, I did not imagine how it would be. He thinks Kate is wonderful. He thinks she is some goddamned raving beauty. He adores her body, this time-flawed, painstakingly maintained and refurbished arrangement of skin and bones and flesh. He is so positive, so awed and admiring that even I, the great champion flawfinder, am starting to believe. Suddenly, my hair--well, I do have marvelous hair, even if it drives M. Marc to despair because...