So were my shoulders.
People noticed those things.
They noticed that my hips were wide, my boots practical, my brown dress plain, and my body larger than what fashionable women considered acceptable.
On my first afternoon in Red Hollow, two women standing outside the general store noticed me before I had gone twenty paces.
“Lord above,” one whispered. “Would you look at the size of her?”
The other laughed behind her glove.
They intended me to hear.
I did.
I kept walking.
Experience had taught me something useful: cruel people rarely became kinder because you explained that they were cruel.
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