“Alright,” Jo said, turning in the direction of home. “Be sure to try on some of your other clothes to see what you are growing out of.”
Jo kissed her daughter goodbye. Becky walked into the living room to look for a book to read. However, a smell called to her from the kitchen.
Jo had offered to feed Josh’s baseball team after the game. The team, all ten to twelve age boys, would be rather hungry after a hard game. Jo had the dinner table set up with seven different pizzas, a long party sub, and big bowls of chips, along with a few two-liter bottles of soda.
Although she had just had buffet and ice cream, the smell of the pizza seemed to loosen Becky’s stomach, as if she could still eat more. However, when she walked to the table her shorts slipped down. She was still wearing her too small shorts.
Her mom had asked her to try on her other clothes to see if they’d fit, and Becky usually managed to eat dinner with Josh’s team after a game. She pushed her glasses up her nose, which was a sign she was having trouble making a decision.
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