Topsail Island Tango

Mim could hear the old biddies yakety yacking about what should and shouldn’t be done and who she should be dating and what she should be wearing. Purposely she’d worn the brown dress, the one that reached just below her knees. The sleeves were quarter length and the neckline was nearly crew. Still, the clingy material did show off her shape, but there was nothing she could do about that. God had blessed her with an hourglass figure. Mim liked that figure. She liked the attention it drew, but It galled her to no end the way some of the people of Topsail Island were always passing judgement. It was as if she was being blamed for having a nice figure. What do they expect me to do, wear flour sacks? She thought.