Title: Etta Mae's Little Theory
Description: *"Etta Mae, women is among the loveliest of God's creations, but they jus' don't have that scientific mind. You'd best be takin' something you can use to support yourself until you're married."* 

*So Etta Mae had switched to word processing and spreadsheets and accounting. But her daddy couldn't stop her reading and he couldn't stop her wondering, and from then on, whenever an idea popped into her head about why O.J. was acquitted or what really happened to Princess Di or why her neighbor Maisie's cat Archibald licked the bar of Ivory soap in the bathroom, she called it "one of my little theories."*

Etta Mae has a good life, she has her job, her friends, and her trailer. So what if she doesn’t have a husband or if she isn’t a size 6 like Carla, her snippish coworker? Etta Mae is content, until one night when she notices something on late night TV; something that has to do with the psychic women selling their gifts over the phone. The women on these commercials look an awful lot like Etta Mae, not supermodel thin, not even plump, but but tent-dress-wearing, lose-your-car-keys-in-the-folds, chafed-thigh fat. Just like Etta Mae. And so she formulates a new theory: fat and psychic powers go hand in hand.

When Etta Mae goes about testing hew new theory, her life and the lives of those around her will never be the same.