A Fancy Meal

AS THE CAR rolled down the road, Emily glanced back at Vince and Vera. Her eyes scanned their small frames.

"You two look so thin," she commented using her voice that was filled with concern. "Are you sure you're eating enough? Maybe we should stop and get some food before we go to your father’s house."

Leonardo, sitting beside her, nodded in agreement.

“Vivienne’s probably not making you eat properly. You need to eat more, so you can grow strong,” he seconded.

Vera, sitting beside her brother, looked up innocently. “We eat a lot, Grandma. Mommy makes sure of that.”

Vince, ever the observant one, chimed in.

“It’s just our body type. Both Mom and Dad have slim builds, so it’s probably genetics.” He said the last part confidently, as if he had given the topic some thought.

Emily and Leonardo exchanged a quick glance, unsure how to respond. They hadn’t expected Vince to give such a logical, science-based answer. Emily cleared her throat but said nothing more.

After a few minutes of s