“She has an eating disorder.” For a second, Mindy’s face turned serious, but then her lips creased upward in a smile. “She ate dis order of cheese sticks, dis order of bacon, dis order of wings, and dis order of nuggets!”
Nate’s lips felt permanently curled. When he stopped shaking, he glanced at her. “You know her favorite machine at the gym?” Mindy raised an eyebrow. “It’s the one where she puts in quarters and snacks come out.”
Mindy’s face locked, and a line of slobber dribbled down her chin as she sniffed a laugh.