As she came closer I heard what she was saying."Danger ... Save the babies ... Danger ... Save the babies..."Others nearby took up the mantra, and soo... every student was repeating in unison."Danger. Save the babies. Danger. Save the babies."The ice cream truck careened slowly down the hall, bouncing off lockers and nudging students out of its way. It suddenly gained speed as it entered the lobby and plowed through the glass wall of the main office. Its discordant song faded to static and sparks. It’s not about body image, it’s about control. The sight of my own body disgusts me. I’m not short, but I have the body of a child again. I feel like a child. But I have the large bony head of a woman. On top of a stick neck it looks like a giant insect head. Or a baby chick’s head with large eyes and a tiny soft beak. I have already identified a loose baseboard beneath the bed. Anything starchy from meals will decompose quickly between the walls with no outward signs of decay. There were no. In addition the masterful beauty of its all-aluminum coach work, the car was a tour-de-force of period technology. Under its long and sensuous hood sat the 3257cc masterwork; an art treasure in itself, finished not the way most engines are, but like a fine watch. Inside and out, it was beautiful, engine turning- this engine was as beautiful as the car it powered.Like the car, the engine was as much a technical masterpiece as it was beautiful. Cast in a single block of aluminum, the engine. She spread the blanket on top of the other one and slipped under them, shivering and tucking her feet up. Between the two blankets, my heavy sweater and the small heater, we were pretty warm in no time. Mom drank a couple of glasses of wine and we enjoyed our sandwiches as the movie went on, but half way through it, the wine and the warmth had made her a little sleepy. "Honey, would it be okay if we stretched out on the couch? I think it will comfortably accommodate the both of us." Sure, mom,.