Part III: What Happens a Cappella? The BIG Diet: Week #9 (Chapter 63)
Brian seems a little distant this week.
Maybe he’s still ill. He does
look a bit pale.
I hung around after the
meeting, hoping to have that talk with him, but his wife – a little twinge of
jealousy here – was picking him up any minute.
Something about his car being
in the garage.
Maybe I’m being a bit too
pushy.
Last night, I had the strangest
dream.
I was eating Pork Lo Mein out
of a take-out carton; Heidi, Aunt Sal’s dachshund, was sitting on my lap,
looking up at me with those big brown eyes.
You’ve got to understand: she’s
the world’s most stupid dog – she once ate a pound of peanut clusters and
became so engorged that her sides bulged out like two saddle bags. For three
days, she wandered around the house, puking and shitting on the floors, rugs,
beds, and pillows.
Even after that horrendous
experience, this animal still eats anything and everything, and in any
quantity.
But not in my dream.
In my dream, after I have my
fill of Pork Lo Mein, I offer Heidi my leftovers.
She looks at me with those sad
eyes and says, “I’m sorry, but it has too much fat.”
I finish it off myself.
I wonder what it all means?
I don’t dare ask Shel.
Maybe Brian will know.