“Just let them! What does it matter if they want to throw you off a balcony?” Margaret asked.
“Isn’t that the point of being here?”
“No,” Shannon said, looking at her sternly from his side of the breakfast nook.
“That is not the point at all.” He sighed, taking a big bite of the egg white and veggie omelet.
Margaret shook her head as she looked at him, sitting there, eating a heart healthy low carb conscientious spread. It was sickening, really. To see her late night heart throb lose his nerve like this.
“Maybe we should see someone about it,” she whispered.
“Like who?” He asked, “Those idiots in the support groups? They’re the same ones who want to hand-feed me to Fred.”
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