“Swap,” he said.
She pushed up and stood. He sat down, and started to push the weights up.
“There was a time that my dad was stuck up. He did tit jobs as if they were going out of fashion, and was always talking about my mom having work done to help her career. He had p**n stars in his books, celebrities.”
He couldn’t argue with Elsa’s assessment. It was all true.
“What happened?” she asked.
“He was at a party, getting his name out. Mom was there, and she kept asking him to leave. She hated being with him when he was selling the perfect body. Everyone always assumed that she went under the knife to be so slender. You know about liposuction?”
“Everyone knows about lipo.”
“Yeah, well, my mother didn’t have any of that crap. She’s a model who was happy with her faults.”
