“Sure,” I said as we got up to leave. I was feeling full, having had two meals in a row, but it didn’t particularly bother me. “What time?”
“She said six-ish, so I think I’ll either come at seven and be fashionably late or arrive at five-thirty and annoy her while she’s making the dip.”
I waited a bit before having lunch, but on the way home I bought a couple of hot dogs from a stand. I didn’t think that counted, and besides I was enjoying this. If I really did have a metabolism that let me eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, I could see some major lifestyle changes on the horizon.
Once I was home I ordered in again, this time from a pizza place. I ordered three pizzas, thinking it would be the same pattern as last night, but of course when they arrived I realised it was probably a bit much. I did manage it however – they were medium pizzas and I spread out the meal considerably. I felt the desire for something sweet again and had a few bowls of ice-cream. I never wash up – I just let the dishes pile up in the sink until the housekeeper comes. Usually it’s not very much, but already there was a conspicuously large number of bowls and spoons.
I spent the rest of the time before going to Rebecca’s house lying on the couch digesting. At a quarter to five I changed into a clean shirt and jeans and walked round, with the result that I arrived at ten past. The door was answered by...
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