Jules tucks the steak under her shirt, sliding the package between her stomach and waistband to secure it. She checks the mirror, the one the managers think makes their produce look more plentiful. Nothing’s amiss. The only benefit of being fat is that shoplifting is easy.
She pays for the cream soda and fries, drops her head, walks out the door. The security guard glances her way, but Jules knows she’ll never be stopped. People are too embarrassed to point to her lumpy rolls and accuse her of harboring anything that’s not hers.
If she doesn’t make eye contact, she’s invisible.