Cecilia

I wouldn’t. I would have my say. However, as Mom and Annie came through the door, I knew it wouldn’t be at this moment.

“Here, Miss Abernathy,” Annie said as she set a tray down in front of my chair.

“Please sit,” Mom added. “I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I’ve been so worried about your diet.”

“Diet? As in you believe I need to lose weight?”

“No, you’re beautiful. I meant diet as in being concerned if you were ...