AM I FAT?

“We had the right of way, Regina. She should have slowed down.”

“You think I didn’t?” I sit up slowly and gingerly move my limbs. Nothing seems broken, but I feel like I’ve been slammed into a wall. “You should have watched where you were going. Do you think you own the slopes or something?”

The girl looks uncomfortable, and I momentarily feel bad for shouting at her. She seems genuinely remorseful. But her father snorts rudely.

“Maybe you shouldn’t careen down the hill,” he growls.

“We’re on the red slope. You think you should be fooling around at the bottom of the advanced slope?”

“If it’s advanced, you should be able to stop in time.”

I’m not going to get him to back down. I reach down and fumble to take my skis off, my fingers struggling through the gloves.

“Let me.” The girl takes off her gloves and unsnaps my boots from the skis. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” I give her a small smile as I take off my goggles. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. You didn’t hit me. But you did scare me.” She