“Probably just stress or water,” my aunt Anotella says from where she’s perched on the edge of the bed, gnawing at a chocolate-covered strawberry from the lunch platter we had delivered. “Or all that time she spends with her nose buried in a book.” “Or she’s giving up. Kids these days don’t go through honeymoon phases anymore.” Nonna, my paternal grandmother, reenters the room just in time, a bright blue gift box in hand. “Explain, Frankie.” Nonna shrugs. “Back in my day, a woman waited at least a few years before letting herself go. Now, they treat keeping in shape like an option and then
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