She wore the one with the “best” charm for one day, then took it off and hid it in her sock drawer. What if someone realized that nobody was wearing the “friend” charm?
T
he ten thirty spin clique was back.
They were too skinny for their own good. Naomi watched them, pretending to sort the register.
The woman with the beautiful suntan (double shot espresso, skim milk, no sugar) was complaining loudly. “Nothing to eat at the bris. Yes, there were salads, but they were drowning in sugary dressings, and then there’s the barbecue at my in-laws. The wedding’s in six weeks and there’s no way I’m fitting into my gown.”
Naomi frowned. The woman was a matchstick.
The auburn lady with the funky jewelry leaned in and proposed something. A weight loss bet?
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