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           MarlahasherFederalExpresspackagerippedopenonthekitchentable,andsheliftssomethingwhiteoutoftheStyrofoampackingpeanutsandshakesthiswhitethinginmyface. "Thisisnotcrap,"shesays. "Thisismymotheryou’retalkingaboutsojustfuckoff." 

           WhatMarlaliftsoutofthepackage,it’soneofthosesandwichbagsofwhitestuffthatTylerrenderedfortallowtomakesoap. 

           "Thingswould’vebeenworse,"Tylersays,"ifyou’daccidentallyeatenwhatwasinoneofthosesandwichbags. Ifyou’dgotupinthemiddleofthenightsometime,andsqueezedoutthewhitegooandaddedCaliforniaonionsoupmixandeatenitasadipwithpotatochips. Orbroccoli." 

           Morethananythingintheworldrightthen,whileMarlaandIwerestandinginthekitchen,Ididn’twantMarlatoopenthefreezer. 

           Iasked,whatwasshegoingtodowiththewhitestuff? 

           "Parislips,"Marlasaid. "Asyougetolder,yourlipspullinsideyourmouth. I’msavingforacollagenlipinjection. Ihavealmostthirtypoundsofcollageninyourfreezer." 

           Iasked,howbigoflipsdidshewant? 

           Marlasaiditwastheoperationitselfthatscaredher. 

           ThestuffintheFederalExpresspackage,ItellTylerintheImpala,thatwasthesamestuffwemadesoapoutof.