cheek, wearing the deeply offended expression she always had whenever feeding time was even slightly delayed.
“Clara, I gave birth three months ago.”
“And?”
I stared at the phone.
“And I am not going to lose four dress sizes in two weeks.”
“Well, perhaps this will finally motivate you.”
I didn’t answer.
She kept going.
“My son has always taken care of himself. The least you could do is make an effort too.”
“An effort?”
“Jennifer, don’t turn this into drama. Eat less. Walk more. You’ve had months.”
“Months?”
“When
