Suddenly the lights flickered and then went out.
Steve felt Barry's hand on his shoulder.
"Stay here, bud," his friend said. "I'll be right back with a flashlight. Don't want you hurting yourself running into a door or anything."
"OK." Steve answered not able to make out anything in the darkness. He listened as the door creaked and then he heard footsteps on the stairs. Steve felt around until he identified the bed and he sat down to wait for Barry. Soon he say light in the hall and Barry called. "Stay put until I get back with the light."
With the light from a flashlight, Steve changed into dry clothes that Barry had given him. Barry had said that he had outgrown them but they were loose on Steve. He cinched up the belt to keep up the jeans and pulled on a baggy sweatshirt. Then leaving his wet clothes in a pile, Steve joined Barry down stairs.
Barry had put candles around the living room but Steve heard his friend in the kitchen so he moved on back.
"Tree must have fallen on the power lines." Barry said when Steve joined him in the kitchen. "We're just going to have to improvise until they got the power back on. Want a beer?"
Barry bustled around the candle-lit kitchen getting a beer for Steve and a second one for him. "Sit down," he told Steve as he put a bag of chips on the table and opened the beers. Barry wasn't even trying to keep his bathrobe tied exposing his belly.
After some small talk and a second round of beer, Barry got serious.
"Look, Steve," he began. "I thought we'd be watching a game and have a few more beers before bringing this up, but there is no game with the power out and I;m all our of small talk. I need your help with something. I was hoping that it would be easier but I'm just going to have to blurt it out. It's hard for me but I can't keep it hidden any longer and you've been a friend for so long, I hope it won't upset you or think less of me."
Steve wondered what was coming next. Barry was a good friend and Steve felt that he knew him as well as anybody could but he didn't have a clue what might be upsetting him.
"You're a good friend. " he told Barry, "Whatever you need to say, just say it."
Barry sighed. He looked down at his belly.
"I'm getting fat." he said.
Steve laughed. "You sure are, big guy. What's the matter with that? You aren't a kid any more. Everybody packs on a few pounds."
Barry sighed again. "But my wife doesn't like me fat. She told me that if I don't lose weight she'll divorce me."
Steve got serious. "That's a problem," he replied. "But it's fixable. Just cut back a bit at the table and exercise some more and you'll be back in shape in no time."
Barry sighed a third time and slumped in his chair.
"You don't get it." he groaned. "I like being fat and I have discovered that
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