We had to share a bed in Pittsburgh. It was dark. I hadn't seen her in a couple of months. She reached her little hands over and caressed my back. Red Flag!
MOM: Is that a brace you're wearing?
ME: No. That's my ribcage.
The following two weeks were spent gratuitously gorging myself. GORGING. Enabled by the winter storm that crippled the Midwest, the South and the Northeast, we couldn't leave her house. Mother smiled when I ate a plate of food. And there was nothing else to do. No internet. No leaving. Nothing but food, 24/7. God loves my mother.
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Emmy, notwithstanding you thinking I lost weight, I did eat. The mother beguiled me and, well, you know the rest. I truly ate. We both did. We ate until we got sick. I had to eat Zantac a lot! Ask her if we ate. She'll back me up. And I can't believe I'm actually writing this...
You didn't eat enough.
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