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“What?” she said and blinked rapidly. “Why would you?” She lapsed into silence, though she didn’t stop eating. The rest of her meal passed more or less silently as she continued to eat through the entire contents of the bag from the shop. Then she passed you the bag to throw away in a nearby trashcan. A thin woman walked across your path and you saw that Elise’s gaze followed her across the street. The woman weighed perhaps half what Elise did and her slight frame looked almost like a model’s. You’re less interested in a woman so thin than Elise apparently can comprehend. “What if I looked like that,” she said when you sat beside her. You said that you’d still love her. “But you wouldn’t want me to weigh that little.” She gave you a dangerous look then. You said that Elise was beautiful and would be beautiful at any weight. Weight was just a number after all. “Uh-huh,” she said while staring directly at you. “But you like this?” she directed your gaze to her stomach. You nod and bite your lip. “You really do,” she said.
Another taxi dropped you off at the hotel. You checked in and helped Elise up to the first floor (second floor for Americans, you remind her.) She checked out the view immediately and loved to see the ocean. You’re not right on the beach, you two couldn’t afford that, but your hotel sat perhaps two or three blocks off from the beach. You could walk down easily. Elise suggested that you two go despite your jetlag and exhaustion.
So you agreed because she wanted to. The two of you, in your rumpled clothes, walked down to the beach. Elise seemed to brighten as the sun warmed her face. She closed her eyes and turned her face up to the sky. “Tournesol,” you said, “you’re just like a sunflower when you do that.” Elise shook hear head to say that she either didn’t care or that she disagreed. But she let you walk her down the beach while her eyes were closed. She opened them when you told her to take off her shoes. You two stood a few meters from the ocean. “This place is wonderful,” she said. Her tone told you that she’d forgiven you for your strange admission earlier.
Except she hadn’t, not really. “You really think I look good in a bathing suit right now?” she said when you returned to your hotel. You said she looked fantastic and gave her a convincing kiss. Elise pulled you toward the bed and let you kiss her for a while. Then she just let you hold each other. “I still don’t quite understand,” she said, “why you like me at my weight. But I’m willing to let you like it.” You grinned as you grabbed a bit of her love handle. She felt you grow excited as you felt her fat and the realization of it passed over her face like clouds in a summer sky.
At dinner, she asked if you wanted her to really pretend that calories didn’t matter on vacation. You said you did. Elise seemed to accept this and placed an order for a rich dish and a bottle of wine to accompany it.
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