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Joan could make at home, therefore something she would eat.
    “That sounds great Dawn.” Angie felt the need to express an interest in the place before Dawn decided to jump to another restaurant. Really it was to help keep the peace with her mother more than a desire for that particular restaurant.
    “Wonderful! Then that’s where we will go. I’ll tell George.” Angie cast a glance at her mother who gave her a small smile of gratitude.
    “You look lovely tonight dear, kind of like Sandra Dee in the original Gidget movie.” When she bought the dress the woman at Dillard’s called it a bubble skirt and fitted bodice, Angie called it Audrey Hepburn, so Sandra Dee could actually fit. The large floral pattern against the snow white background grabbed her and she had to have it. She also bought a red cardigan with quarter length sleeves to go with it and the whole look made her feel like a princess. There was nothing like dressing up to lift the spirit.
    “Oh look, Little Bit has found her normal wardrobe.” Angie didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Dean.  He plopped down on the couch next to Joan wearing tan Dockers and a sea green Polo shirt, in other words, looking like a chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven. Delicious.
    “Your flattery is too much Dean, it’s no wonder you always have dates.” She bared her teeth in a mock smile and moved to sit on the other side of Joan, and for once in her life hoped she would come to the rescue and defend her only child.
    “Little Bit? How cute! Quite fitting isn’t it.” Joan smiled at Dean in appreciation of his nickname for her. “She has always been rather small, you know, the kind to develop late if even at all…”
    “Mother,” Angie growled a warning through her clenched jaw, embarrassment seeping from her pores. It wasn’t as if her mother ever thought of Angie’s feeling so why would she expect her to start now. Sitting up straight Angie glanced past her mother and glared at Dean. “You laugh you die.” He just grinned, no doubt finding the whole thing really humorous.
    “It’s okay to laugh Dean.” Joan pat his knee in a gesture a well versed grandmother would make.  “I’ve always told her it is nothing to be ashamed of. God made her just the way he wanted her. And if that means she’s to look like a twelve year old for the rest of her life, then so be it. The trick is finding a man who likes small women but isn’t a pedophile.”
    Did she really just say that to Dean? Angie’s very own secret crush? The man she dreamed would someday sweep her off her feet and tell her he loved her and wanted to marry her, all the while Stella would be crying with joy and telling her she always hoped to have her as a sister someday… Okay, so she tended to go a little overboard with her day dreams at times.
    Suddenly there seems to be no air in the room, her throat was closing making her feel like she were drowning on land. Angie stood abruptly, not caring how ridiculous she might appear and with as much dignity as she could muster said, “I’m going… out…” She stumbled a little in her red open toe heels and forced air into her lungs, which burnt like the first drag of a cigarette. “I’m going out for some fresh air.” She amended, hoping to come across just a little peeved but not mortified like she truly was.
    She just needed to get away from her mother and the words that always seemed to spew from her mouth without even the briefest thought as to how they might sound or affect the person they were directed at.
    Angie thought she looked composed and normal, but Dean’s furrowed brow as he watched her leave said otherwise. That meant she wasn’t fooling anyone but her mother. She walked out the French doors on to the gloriously safe haven of the deserted balcony and took another deep breath, this one feeling refreshing instead of painful.
    Slowly she walked out of view of the living room and sat down on the rot iron chair