Last night at the party, my friend's little sister walked up to Mandy, showed her her plate.
"I ate it!" she insisted.
Two bites out of her corn, half of the sandwich.
My dad wasn't eating. She asked why.
"Not hungry," he said.
She laughed. "You should go to my doctor. She'd say that you're anorexic."
I blinked, watching her. One time, when her boyfriend couldn't pick her up, she had said 'You can do it, I weigh like 102 pounds!'.
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