by D. Ellis Dickerson
Reynard says, “Mom is getting fat. By which I mean morbidly obese.”
This causes concern in the rest of us at our nice maple supper table. “Oh no!” says Paul. “Do you think she needs more room?” What an idiot Paul is! Of course she needs more room. Of course Reynard will answer him this way.
I ask the better question. “Isn’t this going to slow her down? Isn’t this going to alter the schedule?”
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