Odette had packed on at least ten more pounds that year; and that was on top of the extra fifty she’d been carrying since the Nixon years. The sight of them extricating themselves from that tiny car—Odette, as round as a berry and dressed in one of those shapeless muumuus she favored, and James, skeletal and over six feet tall—was such a spectacle that Clarice couldn’t help but imagine she was taking in a circus act.
