I stared at her, because even though I live in a fat as fuck city and I'm used to seeing total monsters I can't help myself. Obesity is fascinating. At some point the body doesn't know where to put all that fat, so it freaks out and starts packing on in highly individualized places, like the Slaton sisters' foreheads and Anna O'Brien's legs. This woman, her arms were the fattest thing about her. I think a regular-sized person could have slipped into her arm fat like a sleeping bag and fit more than comfortably.