“Come on, sweet pea. Grab yourself a plate. Let’s put some meat back on those bones.” Never thought I would hear that. I’m happily loading up my plate when I hear, “She doesn’t need more meat on her bones.” Seven pairs of eyes swivel to George. Grams pops a hand on her hip. “Care to explain what you mean by that, young man?” George looks like he’s going to shit his pants. But I don’t feel the need to come to his defense like I usually do. “Well, you know.” He visibly gulps. “She’s not that skinny.” When several jaws drop, he quickly adds, “But it’s not like she’s fat or anything.” I put
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