"But how did I know it?" Sarah asked. "You are not going to get away with this..."
Rosemary rolled her eyes. "Okay, boomer." She paused. "Wait...what does that mean?"
Sarah laughed. "I guess I'm not the only one being adjusted..." she remarked.
"Yes, but I'm not the one starting to put on a few pounds," Rosemary countered.
Sarah looked down, noticing that her top, which showed off her previously flat midsection, was now somewhat ill-fitting as her stomach stuck out over the now too tight ensemble.
Rosemary's clothes, the green dress, seemed a bit loose on her. She wasn't obese...but few get older without some side effects. "This is better than the last diet I tried," she remarked. "I guess all I needed was someone to help me take the pounds off. I guess you'll have to stop wearing those outfits that make you look like some kind of slut."
Sarah made a noise. "I hope you start dressing like a slut. It would serve you right, Rosemary." She paused. "And I don't dress like a slut...everyone dresses like that. Not all of us can buy our clothes at thrift shops..."
"Jealous much?" Rosemary said, twirling around and marveling at how loose the garments were getting.
"I'm not jealous...you are acting like a disrespectful little brat...and..." Sarah paused.
