She leans against a desk. “That was a great class.”
I blink. “You think so?”
“Absolutely. I learned a lot.”
My chest warms. “Thank you.”
She shrugs. “Almost had me convinced to show up at six.”
“Almost?”
“I mean, I’m already fabulous, so …”
I laugh.
Then she adds, “Maybe I should bring my daddy.”
“Albert?”
She nods. “He had a heart scare a couple of years ago.”
My smile softens. “Oh.”
“Grandma Evelyn has had him on a heart-healthy diet ever since.”
“That’s good.”
Charli snorts. “Mostly good.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Mostly?”
“Imma Jean and Grandpa Earl sneak him contraband.”
I burst out laughing. “Contraband?”
“Biscuits.”
“Ah, well, an occasional biscuit won’t hurt.”
“Gravy,” she continues. “Bacon. Fried chicken.”
“Um …”
“Pancakes.”
I wince dramatically.
She points at me. “See? He’s a ticking time bomb.”
I shake my head. “Honestly, that’s okay.”
Charli looks surprised. “It is?”
“Yeah. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing.”
She listens carefully.
“It’s about moderation.” I stand and gather my notes. “And movement.”
