You'll Never Know by Katie Cross

Author:Katie Cross
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: books about weight loss, conditional happiness, food fiction, bakery, cupcakes, macarons, marathon training
ISBN: 978-1-946508-12-6
Publisher: THHS Publishing
Published: 2018-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

Jealousy cut through Lexie’s voice with oozing intensity later that week. “Are you loving your job at the Frosting Cottage?” she asked through the phone. “Because I hate you for it. Even when you send me those fail pictures. The macarons were funny, but it was the demented eclair that had me really giggling.”

I lay sprawled on my bed in my underwear, my ankle propped up. I twined a piece of hair around my finger while we talked. A fan blasted at me on full speed, but it didn’t change how stuffy the room was. The A/C had never reached in here, but the moving air made it seem less suffocating. If I opened my bedroom door, cool air would drift in, but so would the television.

“It’s really fun working at the Frosting Cottage, actually,” I said. “Just learned a few tips on the perfect cinnamon roll.”

“Anything life changing?”

“Nothing Mom hadn’t already taught me.”

“Sweet! Send me one?”

“Sure.”

“That’s my girl, Rachelle. But only ship like one. Or two, then I don’t have to share with Bradley. That’s understood, right? I’m still engaging in portion control. And you’d be proud—I worked out six days last week. None of them on the treadmill. For obvious reasons.”

I laughed. “Of course.”

“It’s so funny looking back on our childhood because you always were talented with food. It’s just … you working there makes sense. Like maybe you didn’t finish college because this is your thing.”

“As opposed to all eight majors I attempted?”

“Yeah. Sometimes we take the long road to get where we’re going.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe.”

The idea of working with food for a living still sent a shock of panic through me but not one that paralyzed me anymore. So far, I hadn’t sampled anything beyond the lemonade. Which had been more of an exercise in self-control to make sure I wouldn’t revert back to my old ways. I didn’t fear food as much as not exercising—but even that hadn’t killed me.

Perhaps that fear is just a result of my role as marathoner. I scowled and pushed the thought aside. If nothing else, I knew I could work around food without becoming old Rachelle again. Not that Janine would approve of me still hating old Rachelle so much.

“I’m dying to know how it went with Janine last time. I feel like maybe I can get pseudo-therapy through you. Are you up to talking about it?”

“Oh, sure.” A ripple of guilt moved through me. My homework to write a letter to myself this week had all but faded from my mind. The idea of writing to myself was too much when I was still attempting to say nice things about myself—and believe them. “It was…”

Annoying.

Tough.

Strange.

“Different.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” I murmured. “She had me do this thing with gratitude and attractiveness with my body. It was weird. I felt like I was lying the whole time.”

Lexie didn’t say a word as I elaborated on what we’d discussed, and I was grateful to air it all out.

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