On Sunday evenings, my siblings and I (and our spouses) meet at my parent's place for supper. We all bring food and sometimes we email what we'll bring so others can plan accordingly.
A few weeks ago, Daddy sent an email that said two words. "Watermelons galore!"
This week he sent another one. All it said was "Watermelon".
And that, my friends is what my editor means when she writes "Tighten" in the margin of my manuscript.