My intestines cramped on cue, and I groaned. “I should have known better. Grease has become my archenemy as I’ve gotten older.”Kim patted my hand. “Sorry, Teresa. We all have our crosses to bear as we age. Mine is lactose intolerance.”“I suffer from acid reflux,” Donna chimed in.Crystal added to the discussion. “My gout flares up if I eat food high in purines.”“Too bad you all don’t have an iron stomach like mine.” Jackie patted her flat tummy, and I stuck my tongue out at her. She could eat like a horse, and anything she wanted, and still never gain an ounce or suffer from a humiliating disorder such as irritable bowel syndrome. The aging process and natural effects of gravity hadn’t affected her waistline or boobs any either. Her body was as trim and perky as a teenager, and the only one of us to order dessert. She finished off her hot fudge and whipped topping sundae and then let out a little burp. “Oops. Excuse me. That was good.”Sometimes I really hated Jackie.We ate dinner at the Paradise Café, along with the majority of the other National Parks Wonders Tour travelers.
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