Monday, August 14, 2006

Summer conversations, 2.

Dear Marc, my dad just read a few letters intended for you. He was happy to find himself mentioned, although a little saddened that the topic was his weight.

"Do you think I'm fat?"

"No dad, but you obviously do."

"Yeah, and your mom thinks I'm a little fat too."

"Does she?"

"Yes. But what can she do? We've agreed I've subjected her to fat accompli."

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