Thick - Stepmother __hot__

He cut into the pancakes. They were thick, fluffy, and golden. As he took the first bite, he looked out the window at the gray, churning ocean. He wasn't back on his feet yet. He didn't have a job or a plan. But sitting in the warmth of the kitchen, across from the woman who filled every corner of his life with substance, he felt the beginnings of weight. He was beginning to feel real again.

She paused, lifting a heavy hand to brush a strand of auburn hair from her forehead. She left a smear of flour on her cheek. "You eat to survive. You don't eat to live. There's a difference." thick stepmother

"Good," Linda said.

When Elias was eighteen, he had found her overwhelming. Now, at twenty-three, knocked around by a layoff and a broken engagement, he found himself driving toward that overwhelming presence like a moth to a very sturdy, warm flame. He cut into the pancakes