Stacey was not a big girl, her body took up more space than necessary, giving the impression that it was large. She rocked to the left and then to the right when taking a step, for example, and held her arms akimbo so that her elbows rounded out her form and swished past those nearby like the big round brushes inside a drive-thru car wash. Her backside jiggled clumsily behind her, mimicking the hanging rubber curtain strips providing a final dry-wiping. When she slept she seemed much sma...