He did not just call me fat and Fanny in the same sentence. I spun back, good mood turned to snarling anger, and found Deputy Jillian Wagner smiling at me, shaking her head. Once I discovered Jill couldn't stand Robert either, I'd invited her over for coffee and her best advice hit me with that smile.
Do not engage the troll.
Instead, I paused next to her and completely ignored my cousin who glared at us. Jill took a break, her blonde ponytail tucked into the collar of her khaki uniform button up, white t-shirt showing at her collarbone. Nice to know another woman about my height, especially in Reading where everyone seemed to lean toward the petite side. While 5'7" wasn't gigantic, I sometimes felt like I towered over other women, including my elderly employees, Mary and Betty Jones.
Made me feel a bit awkward.
"You staying around for the parade?" Jill's voice always surprised me, sweet and light, and from what I heard she was a hell of a soprano.