He took them out.
“What is this?”
“Mine,” said Edward.
Max looked back and forth between Edward and the trousers.
“Were you wearing that?”
“Yes.”
Edward took them back.
“I used to be much heavier.”
Max frowned.
“SO?”
Edward looked at me.
“Veronica knows part of this story.”
I stared at him.
“I do?”
“About three years ago, before we became friends, someone brought a birthday cake to the office.”Order Sweet Treats
Then I remembered.
Edward was standing near the break room.
Someone gave him a cake.
He refused.
“People who look like me don’t need cake.”
I had spent a terrible week with Max.
Without thinking, I answered,
“That’s funny. My husband talks about me like that.”
Edward’s smile
disappeared.
So I told him,
