“Your grandmother, when she was alive, she was so strict.” Lorna got to her feet, and Elsa helped clear the table.
Her mother wasn’t talking about her father’s mother, her paternal grandmother, who had said she was fine the way she was.
“I was on a diet most of my life. I don’t even remember not being on a diet. I was a bigger girl growing up, my grandmother being an exceptional cook. I loved going there, and eating her gravy and biscuits, fried chicken. Mom, she wasn’t so happy about that, and she hated anyone saying stuff about her daughter.”
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Elsa listened as her mother talked about growing up with a strict mother, her own grandmother, who she didn’t see very often.