“What’s that thing you do with your stomach, Matt?” Ava asked.

“You mean this thing?” Matt answered as he lifted his shirt and did this funky thing where he sucked his stomach into an unbelievble shape.

“Yeah. That thing.”

“Why?” Matt asked coming to sit by her.

“Because I can do that too.” Ava said nonchalantly.

“Really? Let me see.”

“Okay.” Ava said reluctantly. She stood up, lifted her shirt just above her stomach, and repeated exactly what Matt had done. As soon as she had done it she put her shirt back down.

“Ava wait. Pull your shirt back up.” Matt sounded worried.

“No.”

“Fine, then put your arms up over your head.” Matt said firmly. Ava stood up and obeyed. Matt walked over and took her shirt, tightening it untill it fit snuggly. “Ava! Are you crazy? What happened? Your shirt is, like, 5 times to big.”

“So? What’s your point?” Ava screamed, pulling away.

“Ava…this shirt fit you a month ago. Are you ok?” Matt said gently.

Ava broke down crying. “No. Matt, help me.”