Page 83 of Red Mountain Burning
Carly smirked. “Smoking does help you lose weight.”
Margot shook her head. “I’d like to think there are better ways to get in shape.”
“Possibly. So does this mean I won’t have to suffer through your dieting any longer?”
That was a big promise, and Margot wouldn’t make it unless she meant it. She took a moment to imagine her wedding day in another dress.
Carly said, “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
Margot sliced her hand through the air. “Oh, don’t you challenge me. I’ll rip that dress out of the closet and set it on fire.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You don’t think I would?”
Carly flicked another ash. “Not a chance.”
Margot crossed her arms and straightened. She thought about how much work she’d already put into squeezing into it. Then she thought about how stupid the entire idea was, a woman in her forties hanging her happiness on a number on a scale. Who was she losing weight for anyway? Why did it even matter? The last few weeks of not eating had been awful—and for what? How many times had Remi told her he liked her just the way she was?
Enough of these thoughts!
“I’ll up the ante,” Margot said. “I’ll burn my dress right this instant if you’ll burn your hoodie.”
Carly looked down at her black hoodie. “I know you’re not serious.”
“Test me.”
A smile played at Carly’s lips as she produced her lighter. “I have a light.”
