Summer 1998 • Vol. XX No. 3/4 Fiction |

One Heart

I been cook at Camp Timber for almost twenty years, and the rest of the year I cook for the Timber winter school. The children are sent here just as soon as they spell cat. They're wealthy children, but brokenhearted. You can see that initially. My sister Gladys has cooked with me the last ten years or so. Let's face it; she's a rather heavy woman, like me, so the children get their laughs. For children "fat" is the joke they hear over and over and still it's funny. Gladys thinks the children are mean-spirited (a few are) and can't understand it's like we're the fat ladies in the circus, no harm intended. But then again I been fat since birth. Gladys only blew up after she had troubles. And neither me or Gladys are huge and unsightly. We're just big, full-figured, nice-looking, quality women. We have always attracted the men. We couldn't really work in the circus. No possible way would the circus hire us. In the summertime the children are more scared to death of Gladys

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