This choice: Adeline makes it to EarthWise for her juice, where she bumps into Mia Underwood. • Go Back... EarthWise had popped up at some point during the last school year. Adeline vividly remembered it because, much to her disappointment, the Quiznos that once held lease in the conjoined shopping center on the edge of town had gone out of business. This necessitated yet another change in faculty meetings, since Ms. Polluck could no longer order their usual haul of sub sandwiches to cater them.
Adeline had since driven past it six, maybe seven times without actually stopping and going in. She wasn’t much of a smoothie drinker, and had never cared for any of that grassroots, tootie-frutie, jamba juice nonsense. Her meals were more often than not accompanied by a cappuccino or the like, or failing that a soft drink. She had been told plenty of times that caffeine was a “natural metabolism booster!” but unfortunately, her amazing inflating buttcheeks stood as a firm reminder that all that was complete bunk. Maybe now, Adeline thought to herself as her heavy legs galumphed down the sidewalk, would be a good time to let go of those silly predispositions.
After all, she already weighed two hundred and eighty pounds—the heaviest she’d ever been in what had once been a very lithe existence. What could she possibly stand to lose other than two boulder-sized burdens that threatened to eventually pop, rip, or tear their way out of any garment she may buy?
Adeline steeled her resolve and pressed onward, turning up her nose to Essen’s Bakery and its promise of adding only more inches to her already expansive rump…
***
Inside was not unlike anything she had already anticipated.
Large, brightly-colored signs to lure the wits of the easily persuadable. A clichéd green and white color scheme with some pinks and yellows thrown into the blend for good measure. Pictures of athletes, sports stars, and otherwise aesthetically pleasant people holding EarthWise smoothie glasses hung in modern frames along the wall. A long countertop with two cash registers (right, because the smoothie business gets so much business around here) and plenty of pumps and blenders behind them. To the right, booths. To the left, bathrooms.
Joy.
Adeline supposed, idly, that anything could have been better than walking into Essen’s at that point. At least here, if not dripping with nouveau health clichés, Adeline stood a better chance at furthering her ultimate goal of weight loss.
As Adeline took another step forward, fully removing her pressed ass from the glass door, a little bell chimed to signal her arrival.
“Welcome to EarthWise!” came the disharmonious and lacking choir distinct to a crowd of teenagers working retail
“Great.” A snarl curled her lips as she stared blankly in their direction.
Maybe this wasn’t exactly the best idea. She didn’t have a lot of experience doing “healthy” things. She was much less mobile as her teaching career slowly took precedence over whatever light exercise regimen she had been ignoring for the past five years or so. It had been so long since she’d even seen her feet, or turned corner in her cabin without knocking something over… was it really too late for her to start again?
“Sister Adeline?”
A familiar, tinny drawl took the heavy-hipped Holloway from her musings. She had recognized the voice, as well as the distinct and unwelcome prefix ‘sister’ from Buttercombe Academy. It sounded like Mia Underwood—one of her coworkers who was decidedly more hippy-dippy and idealistic than the others. Like a lot of veteran employees at Buttercombe, Mia was something of a large woman.
"Imagine running into you here! It's so nice to see you!"
But as Adeline turned to face her now, Mia…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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