Fly Back, Agnes

Fly Back, Agnes — page 5
Halfway across the store I overheard the sales woman ask So she’s adopted No one ever thought I could hear that question but I always heard even when they didn’t come right out and say it Nope Mo whispered loudly as if everyone in the entire world needed to know her dad’s half Korean and I’m mostly Scottish with a dash of Lebanese Lebanese on my paternal grandfather’s side Sometimes I wish I had been adopted That would explain a lot Reluctantly I tried on the first suit and stared at myself in the three-way mirror Part of me still believed that one day I would wake up and find myself as I used to be scrawny and shapeless But standing under the fluorescent lights in a navy blue one-piece I looked curvier than ever Can I see Mo called from the other side of the curtain I bet that orange one with spaghetti straps is sensational This is a waste of time I don’t even like swimming swimming anymore Hang tight my mother commanded I’ll check the racks again I ignored her and changed back into my clothes 3