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Bella Swan/moms make everything better
"She sounds like a real piece of work, this Esme Cullen," Mom says after I catch her up on everything.
I shrug.
"She's a bitch, Bells. The worst kind. The rich kind."
I give her a watery smile.
Trust my mom to say it like it is.
"Her self-entitlement will come between her and her son long before you will, sweetheart."
Mom stands up, walks over to the stove.
"I was going to save this for Christmas dessert, but it looks like you could use it more than your father. His cholesterol is too high anyway."
She sets a blueberry pie and a can of Ready Whip in front of me.
I eat until I feel like I'm going to puke.
It does nothing to curb my guilt, but it tastes delicious, and Mom is eating her fair share.
"You wanna know the worst thing you can do to get back at her?" she asks.
"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me."
"You fall in love with her son, and you prove her wrong every step of the way."