he pirated the next shipment of girdles and hid them in a corner of the warehouse, where only he could find them. Mrs. Rainwater came in the very next day. She sat down in an overstuffed chair and pointed at one of the girls.
âYou!â she said. âBring me the girdle!â
The girl grew flustered, for she feared Mrs. Rainwater.
âThe girdle?â she said. âBut none have arrived!â
âOh yes they have!â Mrs. Rainwater said, her mouth wide and gaping like a cave. âI know they have arrived! You!â she said, pointing to another, her arm sloshing like a water balloon. âIf she canât serve me, you can. Bring me the girdle!â
This girl ran crying from the floor. The next girl fell to her knees before Mrs. Rainwater even said a word.
Finally, no one was left to point at but my father. He stood at the far end of the showroom floor, tall and proud. She saw him, but pretended not to. She pretended he wasnât there at all.
âCan someone please help me?â she screamed. âI want to see the new girdle! Can someone pleaseââ
My father crossed the showroom floor and stood before her.
âWhat do you want?â she said.
âHere to serve you, Mrs. Rainwater.â
Mrs. Rainwater shook her head and stared at her feet; she looked like she wanted to spit.
âMen donât belong in this department!â she cried.
âAnd yet,â he said, âhere I am. And I alone know where the new girdles are. I alone can help you.â
âNo!â she said, shaking her head in disbelief, her big horse eyes plainly shocked. âThis canât be . . . I, Iââ
âIâd be happy to get it for you, Mrs. Rainwater. More than happy.â
âFine then!â she said, little bits of spittle collecting at the corners of her mouth. âGet me the girdle!â
And so he did. Mrs. Rainwater stood. She waddled to the changing room, where the girdle rested on a stool. She slammed the door behind her. My father heard her grunt and groan and snap and tighten and finally, some minutes later, she emerged.
And she was no longer Mrs. Rainwater. She had been completely transformed. The girdle had taken her, this whale of a woman, and turned her into beauty itself. She did have a bounteous breast, and a rear end of some proportion, but her figure was all wavy and smooth rolls, and she even seemed younger, and sweeter, and certainly a happier woman than before. It was indeed a technological miracle.
She looked at my father as though he were a god.
âThis is it!â she cried, her voice a melodious tune. âThis is the girdle Iâve been waiting for all my life! And to think that youâyouâIâve been so unfair! Can you ever forgive me?â
Then she turned from him and faced a mirror, where she enthusiastically admired her new self.
âOh, yes,â she said. âOh my, yes. This is how I was meant to look. With this, I can probably get a new husband. I never thought girdles could come so far so quickly! But look at me! Just look!â
She turned and gave my father an adoring glance.
âYouâll go far here, young man,â she said.
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