We live in a small town, where old wives sit and gossip on the porch, and the corn stalks sway in the Tennessee whiskey wind. I'm out picking cornflowers with Clara Sweetwaters, the town homecoming queen, but secretly as big a nerd as I am. Where I am curves, she is petite and doll-like, as tiny and bird-boned as any dream of Aphrodite could be, us blondes tearing up this one stoplight town with our collections of manga, dreaming over men far away nine upon nine kingdoms over, and collecting iron shoes that travel ten leagues.