Sophia and Warren would be skating last. They ran through some footwork and warmed up, then stepped off the ice. They went backstage, but in range of ...a TV, so they could watch the other couples skate.The Canadians skated excellently. They got top marks and a standing ovation from their home country crowd.The Russians were just OK, and came nowhere near to the Canadians. Sophia, in fact, said to Warren, "Amy and Ryan should've beat that. Courtney and Evan, too. That was weak." Ah, well, you know. Jenny nodded her head in agreement. She had experienced first hand all the snubbing and rude treatment. However, unlike some, she didn't believe that there was a conspiracy of discrimination against large people. In fact, she was sure that most people didn't even realize that they were doing it. And, amazingly, even other large people did it. It was just how things were, and that was sad.Yet, Jenny wasn't bitter. On the contrary, she believed that "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and. She settled down with an umbrella, a bottle of water and her book. The placid ocean stretched before her, blue except where the sun glittered on a wave crest. In the distance, ships and boats of all descriptions went to and fro, and bathers waded far out in the water that covers the gently sloping beach.The book was interesting, but she was constantly distracted by the passers-by and by her own thoughts.She watched as a troupe of German teen-agers on vacation with an older couple stripped at. " I know your dad. He's-" Oh great. Now Mom's fucking Dad's friends. What do you, work together or something? Shit, what if he finds out? Christ!"Time to straighten Joanie out. "He doesn't know because your mother-" Keeps it hidden. No duh. She must have thought Dad wouldn't be here. Or me for that matter. And I wouldn't have been except for-" She began to breathe erratically. Her towel shifted with each inhale. The tears resumed. She slumped into the far end of the sofa. The towel was barely.