Downstairs in the living room, Celia took Elodie by the hand and led her to the sofa. She looked at her with open concern. "You've gotten thinner. Much thinner than last time you were here."
Elodie touched her own face. "Really? I haven't noticed."
"Of course you wouldn't. You see yourself every day. But I can tell the moment I look at you. Ask Nora if you don't believe me."
Nora nodded in agreement. "She's right. You are thinner than before. You need to eat more, put some weight back on. Being too thin isn't good for you."
Celia turned to her at once. "Go tell the kitchen to make something nice for Ellie."
Nora made a warm sound of assent and stepped away with a smile.
Celia was a beautiful woman. Closing in on 50, but impeccably maintained. Her hair was always flawless, her clothes
