Brass Thumbtacks part 3

As far as hobbies go, Lacy picked a lonely one. Grounding sausage generally made other people cringe, and so she kept it too herself. If she hadn’t, if she had spread her talent like butter over the land, she would probably be a rich sausage tycoon by the time she was thirty-four. Her sausage was that good. Her secrecy could probably be categorized as part of the top twenty-five greatest tragedies in Mid-western American history. She had a boyfriend, once, whom she felt might find her charms adequate enough to overcome the sausage hurdle that had so plagued her previous romances. He held on for five weeks after being let in on the secret, and that was only for the Kielbasa. But Kielbasa alone, even killer Kielbasa, is not reason enough string a person’s insides out.