A local reporter caught wind of her. The headline read: Former Carnival Performer Brings Magic to Library Story Hour . No mention of her height. No mention of “midget.” Just Stella.
Her stage was a plywood platform painted to look like a mushroom. Her costume was a velvet acorn cap and a pair of leaf-shaped slippers. Every night, she sang a plaintive version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” while a man in a wolf suit pretended to chase her around a fake tree. The crowd laughed. They always laughed. Not with her. At the spectacle of a small woman fleeing a hairy giant. midget stella
The girl smiled. Not at her. With her.
She was billed as “Midget Stella,” though she loathed the word with a heat that could melt asphalt. Her real name was Estella Marguerite Finch, and she was twenty-three years old, three feet eleven inches tall, and tired of being a joke with a heartbeat. A local reporter caught wind of her