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360 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1992
She was at least six feet tall. Back then that was the social equivalent of having terminal cancer. Back then girls were supposed to look like children. Not everywhere, of course, but certainly in the culture of the Deep South. Perhaps this was because southern men were so mother-ridden they had to believe they were kissing little girls to get excited. A woman as large as their mothers might suck them back into the womb, control them body and soul, make them keep on hating themselves forever. Fortunately for the human race the system was imperfect. There were very few mothers who could control their sons' minds after the testosterone kicked in and very few women who could make their bodies smaller and keep them that way, so breeding kept getting done and and babies kept getting born and the species rolled on to better days.