Gertie groaned. “I’m going to have to have water and air only until your wedding, or I’m not going to fit into my dress.” “You aren’t going to fit into that dress unless you die and decay for a year or two,” Ida Belle said. “Why didn’t you just order it in your size?” “I thought I’d be thinner by the time the wedding came around,” Gertie said. “You ordered it two weeks ago,” Ida Belle said. “Were you planning on getting a horrible stomach flu?” Gertie waved a hand in dismissal. “I can take a water pill and lose ten pounds in a day. I didn’t think another ten was out of the question.”
