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“You were the best,” the girl had said. “You looked like you were having fun.”
And that, she decided, was a crown no one could take off. Dumplin-
Dumplin’ caught her eye and winked. She played on, even worse than before. She added a little shuffle dance step. Her dress strap slipped. She didn’t fix it. “You were the best,” the girl had said
The pageant itself was a parade of pale pinks and spray tans. Girls with Barbie proportions glided across the stage, twirling batons and singing about world peace. The judges—three women with hair lacquered into helmets—wrote notes with the grim focus of surgeons. “You were the best
El grinned. “That’s the most beautiful disaster I’ve ever heard.”
“You were the best,” the girl had said. “You looked like you were having fun.”
And that, she decided, was a crown no one could take off.
Dumplin’ caught her eye and winked. She played on, even worse than before. She added a little shuffle dance step. Her dress strap slipped. She didn’t fix it.
The pageant itself was a parade of pale pinks and spray tans. Girls with Barbie proportions glided across the stage, twirling batons and singing about world peace. The judges—three women with hair lacquered into helmets—wrote notes with the grim focus of surgeons.
El grinned. “That’s the most beautiful disaster I’ve ever heard.”