Page 15 of Every Inch of You
“Not at all. He’s still mad at me for not going to prom withhim.”
“Well that’sjust…”
“Iknow.”
“I’m sure he’s just joking. How could anyone that good-looking still care about you not going to prom withhim?”
“Thanks.”
“You know what Imean.”
“These sessions must be expensive. You really don’t have to pay forthem.”
“I do. Otherwise you won’t go. This is my bridesmaid gift to you. It’s a lot cheaper than trainers in Seattle.” My sister was rolling in it She was the Senior Vice-President of Marketing for a wildly successful tech company that she’s been with since they were astartup.
As a corporate paralegal for a boutique law firm in Portland, I was the underachiever of the family. Of course, if I had stayed in Seattle and taken the job with a big prestigious law firm instead of following a guy I’d been dating for three months to another state... no. I have no regrets. If I hadn’t moved here with Connor I wouldn’t have met so much delicious food and then reconnected with Brad.And I wouldn’t have realized just how much he loathedme.
“My meeting’s here, I gotta go. You’re going back to see him tonight,right?”
“Yes.”
“Let me know how it goes!” She hungup.
I decided to take it as a good sign that Brad had chosen to fit me into his busy schedule, and to ignore the fact that he hadn’t mentioned to my sister that he knewme.
When I finally collapsed intoFrankie’s office sofa, she got up to close the door and joined me. “What the fuck is up with you, weirdo?” She offered me some of her bag of salted plantain chips and I took ahandful.
After shoving the handful of chips into my mouth, I asked: “These aren’t carbs, arethey?”
“I don’t know. Yeah, there’s simple carbs in fruits, right? Orcomplex?”
“Shit, I probably shouldn’t have eatenthese.”
“Oh don’t go on a diet—who’s going to try out the really weird food trucks with me at lunchnow?”
I told her about my sister’s wedding, the maid of honor dress I’d have to fit into in three months, that my ex-boyfriend was engaged and would be in the wedding, and that the personal trainer my sister had hired turned out to be the chubby boy whose heart I broke in highschool.
“Your personal trainer ischubby?”
“Not anymore. Now he’s a beautiful badass babe with avengeance.”
“Like Neville Longbottom in the Harry Potter movies.” This is why Frankie and I arefriends.
“Yes. If Neville Longbottom had better teeth and was ten times hotter now. We’re talkingMen’s Healthcover calibertorso.”
“Zoiks. Which gym? Can Icome?”
“No.”
She tsked. “Mean.”
“You’ll embarrassme.”
“You’ll embarrassyourself.”
“Already done.” I sighed and grabbed another handful of salted plantain chips. They tastedhealthy.
“How do you feel about yourex?”
