“Oh my dear,” Beatrice explained to her granddaughter, “you can never be too thin or too rich.”
Anna looked at the old lady with a mix of curiosity and pity. “But Grandma,” she said. “You’re in a wheelchair now because you fell last year and broke your hip. Didn’t the doctor say that that was because you were too thin?”
“No dear,” Beatrice said. “I broke my hip because I have osteoporosis, which means my old bones had grown too thin.”
“Dad said that you lost a lot of money a few years back when you got scammed by that younger man who got you to give him most of your savings in some bogus pyramid scheme,” Anna said. “He said that you were targeted because you were so wealthy.”
“That wasn’t my fault, my dear,” Beatrice said. “How was I to have known that that conman only wanted me for my money?”
“And now you’re living with us because you can’t walk and you’re broke,”Anna said.
Beatrice looked at her granddaughter, sighed, and said, “So I guess maybe there is such a thing as being too thin and too rich after all.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “thin.”