" Fat bitch," Kessa murmured as the door scraped closed behind Mrs. Stone." She meant well, Francesca. And you see, everyone thinks you're too thin." " Since when is Mrs. Stone an authority on appearance. I've heard you say a thousand times that she looks like an old hooker." " I never said anything of the sort. What I said was that she wears too much makeup and her clothes are indiscreet." " Which means she looks like an old hooker. Well, if that's the way a woman is supposed to look, I'd rather be too skinny." Kessa felt a flash of pleasure at the argument. Just let her mother try to push food into her now. "