now she looked angry.
Simon glanced once more at the screen.
Then at his mother.
“Mom…”
His voice was quiet.
“Did you want Jennifer to lose weight?”
He paused.
“Or did you just want her to disappear?”
Clara said nothing.
For the first time that entire evening, neither did I.
Finally, she crossed her arms.
“I was trying to make the photograph look nice.”
Simon stepped closer to me.
“Then listen carefully.”
Clara stared at him.
“From now on, you do not comment on Jen’s body.”
He continued.
“You do
