A novel that does not define the large and lovely characters or their love interest by size. Mature women's fiction. Spiritual awakening to life purpose and accepting miracles from beyond the Veil. A novel in touch with the Mystery of the Divine.
"Ample body size in some of Hudson's main characters, while a pleasant experience for me, is not the main point of this book. Thankfully, the size of some of the participants is of secondary importance. Body size is simply treated as just another physical characteristic, which is what it is. What is important, and fascinating, is their relationships with one another, including their souls. How one character meets another...... When measured by that yardstick, I am sorry to say that many novels, even best sellers, often seem shallow by comparison." Bill Fabrey, Founder, NAAFA
Somewhere in Chapter Two Gooee finds Lindsay's new cottage at the lake.......
Oh goodness, wake up brain, Daniel was here too.
“Woo-hoo,” a woman’s voice called cheerily from the mudroom door.
No, oh no no no! Gooee. All-encompassing, abominable Gooee.
Lindsay backed toward the cubbyhole door, wanting terribly to flee. She could hide behind Maimee’s cottage until Gooee decided she was not here.
How did Gooee know she was here? Lindsay had purposefully not spoken to her for fourteen months. The woman truly was just too out there. Just too- too- universal-minded. Lindsay was here and now. Earth unbound. Gooee was always projecting her thoughts into Lindsay’s brain and goodness knows how she managed that, but it worked for her. Lindsay wanted her privacy and life to be normal.
“Woo-hoo. Didn’t someone need beautiful white ironstone china from England?”
This cannot be happening. Lindsay, uncombed and in her robe, cautiously rounded the corner to face a fresh vision of brown-eyed Gooee in red lip gloss. The shawl and long, red batik dress spoke her entitlement in the world, and though the undesired guest only opened the door, not the screen, Lindsay felt intruded upon.
Gooee was a classic seventies Earth mother knockout in a silky gray pageboy. When she was twenty-two, Lindsay knew, she changed her name from Lois to Gwynevere, meaning ‘fair lady.’ These days she called herself Gooee. In Gooee’s own words, “might as well get real, darling.” She had actually dropped down to about two hundred and eighty pounds, Lindsay realized. Another sixty pounds lost and they would be the same size. Only Gooee would never have full breasts like her own. Then Lindsay acknowledged she was being more the witch than Itty. And that was because she definitely felt put upon at the moment, ironstone dishes or not. She left everyone behind when they moved, except her sister and daughters, of course. She could think of fifty dozen couples from Crown Point alone that she would rather have at her door at five in the morning.
“Hi, darling. I helped set up at a garage sale this morning and noticed these dishes, and just had to follow my instincts and buy them for you. A house-warming gift, my dear, to go with everything, so I know these will be perfect for whatever you needed.”
Gooee stepped inside, standing beside Lindsay, eight inches taller in her wedges. She laid the cardboard box of dishes in Lindsay’s arms.
“How did you know?” Lindsay asked, genuinely wondering and pleased with the dishes.
“We just know these things.”
Gooee was often too vague on really important answers. But always cheerful. Too loud, too crude, but honest. Brutally honest about herself and what everyone else could feel, if they only wanted to feel universal. ‘The Universe,’ was Gooee’s favorite phrase, saying it the way a universal joint salesman says ‘universal joint’ all the live long day.
Gooee was a contradiction unto herself. In a nutshell, Gooee was as concise as she was long-winded. And the contradictory question on the tip of Lindsay’s tongue, but she was too polite to ask. ‘Was Gooee crazy or the sanest person on the planet?’
“Well, dear, you take those dishes inside, and I’m going to go to my bus for breakfast fruits we can nibble on while we get caught up.” And she went outside.
Lindsay knew to expect the orange bowl of organic fruits with dreadful lemon-honey drizzle. Sam made awful faces. Daniel washed off the drizzle, saying students in Gooee’s high school literature class wouldn’t eat any so Lindsay ended up with theirs.
She did love the ironstone. She peeked around the box, going up the two stairs into the kitchen.
“Hey, did I hear Gooee?” Daniel asked tiredly, scratching at his beard as he walked into the kitchen from the other side.
Lindsay got an electric shock from alarm. Yes! You did. No time to say it. She practically dropped the box on the enamel table beside them and held her arm out, pushing against his chest.
Daniel’s astonished blue eyes registered.
Wildly, Lindsay looked over her shoulder, shoving him.
“Gooee?!” He wheeled for the stairs.
Lindsay pushed against his back to propel him. “Go go man!” she hissed loudly. “Go- Go- Go- Go- Go!!!” She heard every step of his escape to preserve their privacy.
Gooee let herself back in, Newfs coming with her. “I met the puppies.”
“They’ve been here four days today,” Lindsay said.
“And where is he?” The baiting question. Gooee sounded like someone’s aunt about to pinch a cheek. “I see his truck outside.”
Lindsay realized they had been caught. “Sam is using Daniel’s truck.” She never never lied, she thought. But she was lying now. “We sold our old truck.” That was true.
Gooee turned from the kitchen to the living room, depositing the plastic bowl on the table without looking, instead her entranced gaze on the cottage. “This is nice. Oh, oh, so nice. I like it. I really like it.” She wandered around the living room like she could buy the place herself. “Oh, but I should be quieter. Sam must be sleeping.” She pointed at the bedroom through the French doors. “Is that your master bedroom?” she whispered.
The doors were open. Empty bed unmade. Itty and Fern were staring them down, standing on the rug belligerently pointing their tails at the ceiling that hid Daniel.
"Too infrequently, you will find a novel in which one or more of the key players are, well, on the hefty side. In real life, half of us are "substantial", with weight and girth well above current government guidelines for a standard person, yet in films, TV, theater, and yes, in fiction, hardly anyone is. What's wrong with this picture? But ample body size in some of Hudson's main characters, while a pleasant experience for me, is not the main point of this book. Thankfully, the size of some of the participants is of secondary importance. Body size is simply treated as just another physical characteristic, which is what it is. What is important, and fascinating, is their relationships with one another, including their souls. How one character meets another, and comes to feel that they have known the other before; or one person can love another for years, and yet not feel consummated, in all the senses of the word. Why body size is incidental to, and a bit player in the meaningful lives lived by these people. How soul and memory play a supremely important part in the loves of real people, if they will only pay attention.
When measured by that yardstick, I am sorry to say that many novels, even best sellers, often seem shallow by comparison." Bill Fabrey, Founder, NAAFA
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A novel that does not define the large and lovely characters or their love interest by size. Mature women's fiction. Spiritual awakening to life purpose and accepting miracles from beyond the Veil. A novel in touch with the Mystery of the Divine.
