She was ensconced in a corner of a cozily appointed living room, immersed in her book, when a snippet of a conversation between the two other occupants of the room, floated towards her.
Ohh I wanted to see how you’re doing... you know especially after getting the news.
I’m alright, thank you for asking. Just one day at a time.
It’s just that it was so shocking, and I must say you’ve gained some weight
Yes. Well. I’ll just go get the coffee, excuse me, for a minute.
She watched the woman walk out of the living room, head bowed and shoulders slumped forward. She dog-eared her page, closed the book and placed it gently on her lap. She turned to face the other woman across the room, who was powdering her bulbous nose and asked in a quiet voice... ‘She has been diagnosed with an auto immune condition, as you well know. She is on steroids to manage her condition and is bearing the side effects of the strong dosage. So yes, she has gained a an unnatural amount of weight. But may I ask, what’s your excuse?’ The woman, now bearing a tray, returned to the living room and looked quizzically around the space, which now had only one person left in it. ‘Ohh lovely! I’ll take that coffee Amma, Aunty had to leave in a hurry. ———————————————————————— This scene is a work of fiction, and that’s all that I’m going to say about that 😜
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