A very heavy woman, widest at the waist, stood up, splayed her legs out somewhat like a sumo wrestler before he crouches, pulling out, with each rise of a foot, a part of her thick skirt wedged between her buttocks.  Two stomps of each foot and she was able to walk.  He watched her step out of the cafe and find her place among the pedestrians.  How uninhibited she had been.  One must be uninhibited, he told himself, at the start of things, when they are their messiest and haven't yet taken on an orderly look.