"Do you like Sunshine Bear?" Becca scowls down at her white shirt emblazoned with a smiling bear—at the long, bony finger inches away from her skinny chest. "It's Funshine Bear," she says. She ... [+]
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Joan feels remorse for having hated her toes most of her life. She inherited them from her grandmother, who had hated them too. Her grandmother had cried at the swimming pool on Joan's 11th birthday while her friends stood around her singing and dripping on the cake. At first, Margaret, Joan's mother was touched. Her mother's first grandchild was growing up. She squeezed her shoulder and smiled.But then the cake was cut and distributed, and Joan's grandmother was still weeping. Really, Mom, it's okay. Joany is still a little girl. That's when the shaking woman pointed to Joan's overlong toes,
