Garden under Snow by Paul Gauguin

Diet-Tribe

by Lauran Strait

You aren't really going to wear that, are you?” Annabelle, my sixteen-year-old, feigned a retch.

“Stop being so theatrical,” I said, admiring the orange sweater adorned with a forest of red-leaved trees. “Be happy I'm not wearing the one with the battery-operated appliqué.” I smoothed a row of knitted trees across my stomach. “Maybe I should switch to the one with the grumpy gremlins, purple pumpkins, and scowling skulls? What do you think?”

“I think I'm gonna spew.” Nose and eyes squeezed into a sneer, Annabelle flounced on my bed.