She made me sit on a plastic bag when catching a lift home. To preserve the red vinyl upholstery. The sporty Toyota was her inheritance from her mean mother. She even makes her husband sit on a bag. Worship the mean mother by torturing your friends. I'm sure the Swiss psychoanalyst Alice Miller would chuckle. This is only the tip of the iceberg. One day she said her husband asked, "Honey could we have some food in the house?" Her strategy for slenderness was to keep all of the cupboards and two refrigerators empty and to subscribe to the meal delivery service. Filet Mignon 'Flaming Young' as grandma used to call it. Delivered to her door.
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