up and down.
“I can see that.”
Simon stepped closer beside me.
I kept my voice polite.
“The other dress didn’t fit.”
“It would have if you had listened to me.”
Dave looked between us.
“Clara…”
“What? I’m not going to lie to her.”
Then she pinched the fabric near her own waist.
“This dress doesn’t flatter you either. It looks cheap.”
Simon’s voice cut across the room.
“Mom. Enough.”
Everything seemed to go quiet.
Clara stared at him.
“I’m trying to help your wife.”
“No. You’re insulting my wife.”
