Katie looked at Sunny with a sad look behind her glasses.
"I am disfigured. Enormous. And Woody probably couldn't look at me for fear of regurgitating." She was tired of holding back her thoughts. She wanted to spew out everything she was thinking and just let go. Why couldn't she let go?
She took off her glasses, hoping that her make up would hold. Terrorist make up she called it. She had perfected it long time ago. Sometimes her mom even helped putting it on.