Who Think stories, go to the Mothers Who Think home page. Who Think Unpleasantly plump American kids are too fat and their parents are too wimpy. My kids are so loud they go to group speech therapy. My grandparents were pioneers in the battle for visitation rights To me, they were dependable, a security blanket I would never lose. These days when I imagine Gina, she's walking down the street wearing a turban and a loose-fitting dress.
Nobody suspects that the pretty woman is bald and lacking part of a breast.
Somewhere in her body, a few stray cancer cells may be floating around, impossible to detect. Nobody knows if these cells escaped from the tumor before the surgeon began to slice and dissect. Here on the beach, the grains of sand, like the cells in a human body, seem infinite. When I first started dating Ted, he told me about Gina, but not much. That was fine.