cauldron of guilt.
Two weeks and I’m most
of the way through a ball. What have I
done? Can I undo it now?
[Fat chance, now you’ve set me free.]
Saturday Morning
I wake to voices in the hallway.
[Don’t move. Pretend you’re still asleep.]
Mom: I’m going to wake her up.
Leigh: Let her sleep. I’ll take care of Hunter.
Heather: She did look exhausted last night.
Exhausted barely covers it.
[And now you’ll be swamp-headed.]
Mom: I don’t know what’s up with her lately.
Leigh: Having a baby so young can’t be easy.
Heather: Her dieting must take a toll too.
Okay, she definitely knows.
[But is she going to tell?]
Mom: Dieting? What do you mean?
Heather: She barely touched dinner last night.
Leigh: And you know how she loves Italian.
Heather barely touched dinner either.
[Yeah, but she’s a better bullshitter.]
Mom: She has lost a few pounds recently.
Leigh: Rapid weight loss isn’t good, though.
Heather: I’d love to know how she’s managed it.
I’m going to kill her.
[You don’t, I definitely will.]
The Hallway Conversation
Recedes and I tug myself out of bed.