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Fat bitch,” Kessa murmured as the door scraped closed behind Mrs. Stone.”She meant well, Francesca. And you see, everyone thinks you’re too thin.””Since when is Mrs. Stone an authority on appearance. I’ve heard you say a thousand times that she looks like an old hooker.””I never said anything of the sort. What I said was that she wears too much makeup and her clothes are indiscreet.””Which means she looks like an old hooker. Well, if that’s the way a woman is supposed to look, I’d rather be too skinny.” Kessa felt a flash of pleasure at the argument. Just let her mother try to push food into her now.
