Without thinking, I reached across the table, covered her hand with mine, a strange sense of protection rushing through me. Maybe it was because my sister was full-figured, maybe it was the wine, but I needed her to know she deserved better. “Do me a favor?” I asked. She tilted her head in question. “Don't let those guys make you feel bad about yourself.” Her eyes flickered toward our joined hands and then toward me. She nodded, and it took all I had to pull my hand away.
