Bethany isn’t a natural saleswoman. Her mother, a very busy and important woman, lays out the ground rules before their first outing. Stick to the script, Mom advises. People love the Samoas and Thin Mints so lead with that. Despite what her Mom tells her beforehand, Bethany feels neither a sense of victory nor a rush of pleasure when she clinches the first sale. Instead, as the front door closes, she gazes down the long street she lives on. Her heart sinks. The cold March wind rushes up her green skirt that does too make her look fat no matter what people say.