Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral
Chapter One
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There is a hole the size of a golf ball in the right side of Katherine Givins’s black Bali bra.
This is the one article of clothing that has made her feel sexy for the past 3.6 years in a row, and even though the straps lie at half-mast on her fine shoulders, the elastic exploded last summer and the hooks have been pulled so many times she has actually used a needle-nose pliers on them, Katherine cannot bear to throw the bra away.
“Shit,” she says, turning into the mirror and then leaning so her nose practically touches the glass to make certain there really is a hole. It’s there, and getting wider every second, as she puts her finger in the middle and realizes that one wrong move could explode all of the seams and send her breasts into orbit.
Just as she grabs them and begins laughing hysterically at the ... read full excerpt from Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral ebook
