Crystal took the card and Carley watched the woman leave. Her big silk purple dress hugged her voluptuous curves while the jangling of her gaudy earrings kept time with the clicking of her chunky heels as she walked away. A wave of fear washed over Carley. She felt like she just met the supervillain in some kind of kid’s movie. She nervously looked up at Crystal and saw her distractedly putting her items on the belt for the person at the register to check out.

There were probably more embarrassing comments to come from the cashier, but after that encounter with Madame Malodor, she wasn’t really concerned about it. She couldn’t quite get over the idea that someone could have so much contempt for someone they’d never met. What did that woman have against Littles that she felt like they deserved to be tortured for existing?