The Fat GirlChapter 11
I heard Ms. Smith draw breath sharply. She was a good and well-liked counselor, trusted by most students and used to hearing hair raising stories. But you - luckily, I suppose - never get used to students losing parents. She moved closer to Fran and took her other hand, but Fran didn't seem to notice. Dad still looked her in the eye and Fran seemed to draw strength and comfort from that, sensing only Dad. "How did it happen?" she asked. "She suffered a massive stroke in a shop...