 Zoe was already self-conscious about her weight. Her dad was always on her about it. And right away, she started comparing her body to Eliza's. Eliza always just seemed to come naturally to. She was always athletic. She, like, ran track. I felt like Eliza was the daughter that my dad dreamed of. For dessert, he might serve Zoe fruit while Eliza got pie. There'd be little critical comments.