An Excerpt from V.C. Andrews' The End Of The Rainbow Mrs. Geary milled about the breakfast table longer than she had to, studying me eat as if my consumption of food was part of some important experiment.
Big days require bigger fortification.
I know what's going to happen out there after the festivities start. That's when sickness comes knocking on the door anticipating a big fat welcome. Mommy looked down at her dish of grapefruit slices, hiding her smile. After all, I was five feet four and nearly one hundred and fifteen pounds. Mommy told me I had a figure like hers once was, although I didn't need to be told.