Mom took a sip of her wine and shook her head afterwards, giving me a sad smile. "Of course not, sweetheart. It's not like I was going to brag about getting fat. By the time I had you and Jeannie, I was much more careful about what I ate."
As we ate and talked, I started to worry that Patricia and my mom might just get along too well. It was easy to imagine the two of them ganging up on me in the future, if we ever disagreed. Still, the dinner was delicious and I was happy to see them getting along. After dinner, we each had a small serving of ice cream. I watched the two of them moan appreciatively around every bite of the rich chunky chocolate. Again, I was struck by just how uncanny it was—even their expressions matched perfectly. I kept my mouth shut. No sense pointing it out and ruin
