![]() ![]() ![]() Anyway, the truth is, my bra was so padded I didn’t know I was getting felt up. I got my brown eyes and distinctive nose from Grandpa Harry, and while the nose wasn’t great, I told myself it could have been worse, because Billy Kruger’s nickname was Poop Pants.Īnd then when I was in eighth grade, during a moment of misguided curiosity, I made out with Ryan Lukach, and the jerk told everyone I wore a padded bra. I grew up in Virginia and when I was in third grade, Billy Kruger gave me the nickname Buzzard Beak, and I carried it with me all through grade school. Not that it’s been all bad more that it hasn’t been entirely smooth. My gravy had lumps in it, and that pretty much sums up my life so far. I graduated J&W in the top ninety-three percent of my class, and I would have graduated higher, but I flunked gravy. I enrolled in the culinary arts program at Johnson & Wales in Rhode Island right out of high school, hoping to someday get a job as a pastry chef. And for as long as I can remember, I’ve baked cupcakes. I’m Elizabeth to my mother, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve been Lizzy to everyone else. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. ![]() All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. ![]()
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