I just sat for the last time when Carrie stepped in. Her surprised 'O' face was priceless. "Your breakfast is ready, Honey," I say to Carrie. I stand and pull out her chair for her. She sits moving like a robot at first, but once seated, she smooths her skirt and looks at me while I retake my seat, grinning like a fool. "I accidentally put sugar on your grapefruit. I hope you like it that way. I do, and I was just on autopilot."
She gasps slightly, then says, "That's how I like it too. Pam and I have had it like that since we were kids. It's one of the guilty pleasures I still have while watching my weight."
"Your weight and figure are perfect, Carrie. I can tell you from personal exploration since this weekend."
Carrie giggles and blushes lightly while she digs into her grapefruit. Whi
