Twelve Months Ago
14 September - Parsley Bay, Sydney
“Fernanda, it’s what you put in your mouth my love!”
For days the words tortured her mind, hammering incessantly, like a woodpecker in search of a fat, juicy worm.
What bothered her the most? Was it the reality-check her Amiga [friend] had inadvertently imposed on her, or that she’d used her full name?
Nobody called her Fernanda anymore, except business colleagues of course, and then it was only a matter of time until they too reverted to Fern or Fernie, just as her friends and family did - except of course when she was in trouble! Then it was suddenly Fernanda!
“Yes, that’s it,” she thought, “The name!”
Fern knew well enough that her ravenous appetite - which seemed to magnify out of all proportion the day her mother’s antique robe was delivered - had caused her waistline to expand to the point where her Latin curves disappeared completely, and the thought of slipping into a dress, much less a ball gown, sent shivers of anxiety through her entire body.
“Note-to-self!” She mused, “Never ask your best friend –“Why on Earth have I put on so much weight?” – unless of course, you want a serving of the bleeding obvious, with a bold grin on the side!”
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