“Mom, I told Gregory not to eat. He’s going to want hot dogs and popcorn at the cinema and we’ll probably be going for pizza afterward.” “Rachel, he’s a growing boy. He needs to eat. You see how active he is. When you were his age you had a healthy appetite too. My grocery bill was high.” Gregory...
The word came to mind as Renée looked at her image in the mirror for the hundredth time. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that when she’d finally decided to purchase the dress, her mind had strayed to the possibilities that wearing it entailed. Possibilities. That was all she’d though...