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  1. Big Boned
  2. CONTENTS
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. 22
  26. 23
  27. 24
  28. 25
  29. 26
  30. 27
  31. 28
  32. 29
  33. 30
  34. 31
  35. 32
  36. 33
  37. 34
  38. 35
  39. 36
  40. 37
  41. 38
  42. 39
  43. 40
  44. 41
  45. 42
  46. 43
  47. 44
  48. 45
  49. 46
  50. 47
  51. 48
  52. 49
  53. 50
  54. 51
  55. 52
  56. 53
  57. 54
  58. 55
  59. One Month Later
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. Copyright
  63. About the Publisher
  64. Backad 1
  65. Backad 2
  66. Backad 3
  67. Backad 4

“I know I lied to you guys, but I promise that nothing else was a lie. Everything I feel for you and your brother, that isn’t a lie. It was never a lie. I love you guys with all my heart.”

“It’s kind of hard to trust what you say, Dad. It’s hard to trust your love, since you seem to have some other version of it. The kind that makes it okay to cheat on Mom and just leave us like you did.”

“I’m sorry,” he echoed. “I know I let you down and I’m not the man you thought I was.”

“What?” My head snapped up. “Dad, you were my idol. My hero. You were the most important man in my life. I had you on a pedestal and that’s what hurts the most. Not that you had an affair, but that I was forced to see you, and think about you, differently. I wasn’t ready to see you like that. I’m still not.”

“I’m so sorry. That breaks my heart to hear, Lori,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, well that makes two of us. You didn’t just break Mom’s heart, you know.”

We fell into a strange, long silence. I’d never been this honest with my dad before, and it wasn’t as hard as I’d thought it would be.

“I hope you can see me like you used to one day again,” he whispered softly. “I’m still your dad. That will never change.”

“Maybe,” I conceded, even though I wasn’t sure that was possible. I glanced over at him and he sat up straighter in the chair.

“I’ve decided to fly down here every second weekend to spend time with Zac. It’s not enough to only see him on holidays and half terms. It’s only a two-hour flight. I’ll get a little apartment here, maybe somewhere foresty, away from the beach, that way Zac can experience the best of Cape Town.”

I looked up at him and forced a small smile. “That’s a good idea, Dad. Zac will like that. But you must make sure you buy the same bed and carpet that he has in his room now. And the dresser. Also, the same curtains.”

My dad smiled at me. “I know.”

“Because you know what he’s like in unfamiliar spaces.”

“I know,” he reiterated. “You’re a great sister, you know that.”

“Yes. I do know that actually,” I said confidently. “I’m a bloody good sister.”