The woman's husband comes around Christmastime. The woman's husband is handsome [...] Isabel walks him to my counter and says, he needs a cream for his dry skin but nothing that smells too flowery. Then she walks away to browse shoes, and I tell the husband about our line of men's products in blue-black containers that suggest sailorly conquest and rapacious strength. I'm sorry for my wife, the husband says, she sounds so dumb sometimes. I don't know how to respond, so I say do you use a daily antioxidant to battle signs of premature aging? He frowns and walks away. I place a hand on the cold glass counter and picture it cracking under my weight. I am thin and wipsy like a bowl of feathers, like crumpled paper tumbling in the wind. Nothing cracks in my presence.
heh. the jeanette sections are the strongest imo