Did you get rid of that sweater like I asked?””Yes, Mother,” Josey said.”I wasn’t trying to be mean the other day. It just doesn’t look good on you.””Yes, Mother,” Josey said.The truth was, that sweater, that color, looked good on her daughter. And every time she wore it, it hinted at something that scared Margaret.Josey was growing into her beauty.Margaret watched Josey leave.She used to be a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman around.She brought out the photo again.But that was forever ago.

Did you get rid of that sweater like I asked?””Yes, Mother,” Josey said.”I wasn’t trying to be mean the other day. It just doesn’t look good on you.””Yes, Mother,” Josey said.The truth was, that sweater, that color, looked good on her daughter. And every time she wore it, it hinted at something that scared Margaret.Josey was growing into her beauty.Margaret watched Josey leave.She used to be a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman around.She brought out the photo again.But that was forever ago.

– Sarah Addison Allen –

The Sugar Queen

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