Five years later.
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"I do not want this," Lorelai put the piece of bread down; "I want nice things."
Grace chuckled but shook her head. " The dietitian told us to stick to the diet she gave you. You have to eat that."
"What? Bread?" Lorelai gagged; or at least acted too. "What kind of dietician gives bread to eat?"
"Nonna, she has given you a balanced diet. You are eating eggs, fruits, and a little bit of bread. You have to eat all of it."
"I am eating nothing." Lorelai spoke like it was a matter of fact before she crossed her legs one over the other and lifted her chin up in the air.
Grace Took a few deep breaths to calm herself down before engaging in a conversation with her grandmother. The past year has been difficult. My grandmother had had a minor heart attack and had lost weight rapidly. She was on medicines and now she needed a good diet for them to actually show any kind of effect.
