‘Jesus H. Christ,’ Finley muttered.
Abilene felt sick.
‘Does Frank really act that way?’ Vivian asked.
‘The bastard,’ Cora said.
Starting to sob, Helen stammered, ‘He… he says… says I’m repulsive.’
‘He’s the repulsive one,’ Cora snapped. ‘Why’d the bastard marry you if he felt that way?’
‘I don’t know. I wasn’t so… heavy when we started going together.’
‘You were never exactly svelte,’ Finley said.
‘But I got bigger. After we were married. If you wanta know the truth, I think he was… mostly interested in my money.’
‘You think he married you because of your inheritance?’ Abilene asked.
Helen nodded, sniffed, and wiped her nose. ‘He just… pretended to love me.’
‘You don’t know that for sure,’ Vivian said.
‘No. But… he doesn’t love me. Not any more. Probably never did. If he loved me, it shouldn’t have made any difference when I… put on more weight. I think he just got tired of faking it. He moooos at me. Like I’m a cow.’
‘Bastard,’ Cora said.
‘You oughta dump him,’ Finley suggested.
‘Oh, sure.’
‘I mean it.’
‘Yeah,’ Cora said, if somebody treated me like that…’
‘I don’t wanta… be alone.’
‘There are other men,’ Abilene told her.
‘Oh, sure. Not when you look like me.’
Abilene reached out and rubbed her shoulder. ‘Hey, there are plenty of guys out there. They’re not all creeps.’
‘Only ninety per cent of them,’ Vivian said.
‘Those aren’t such bad odds,’ Abilene said. ‘That’d mean a hundred out of a thousand are okay.’
‘I’ll never find anybody,’ Helen muttered, I’d… rather have Frank than no one.’
‘There are guys out there,’ Abilene repeated. ‘All you’ve got to do is find the right one.’
‘Yeah,’ Finley said. ‘Remember what’s-his-face? The poet?’
‘Maxwell?’
‘Right, Maxwell Charron.’
‘Max,’ Cora said. ‘I wonder what he’s up to, these days.’
‘He wouldn’t even remember me,’ Helen said.
‘That’s ridiculous,’ Abilene told her. ‘You two were in love. He’d remember you.’
‘He dumped me, remember?’
‘He didn’t dump you. He transferred to USC because his mother was sick.’
‘Yeah, but… he didn’t keep in touch.’
‘I bet we could find him,’ Cora said.
‘What’s the use.’
‘You never know. Maybe he’s available.’
‘Whether he is or isn’t,’ Abilene said, ‘the important thing is that there are guys like him around. You don’t have to be stuck with Frank forever. It’s not a question of him or no one.’
‘I don’t know,’ Helen muttered.
‘Do you still love him?’
She nodded. ‘That’s what makes it… so awful.’
‘Get skinny,’ Finley said.
‘Do you think I haven’t tried? The more I try, the heavier I get.’
‘Then you just aren’t trying hard enough,’ Finley said. ‘All you’ve gotta do is eat less.’
‘Sure. That’s all.’
‘She’s right,’ Cora said. ‘In spite of all the psychological matters involved, what it comes down to is a simple matter of calorie intake. Eat less, exercise, and you’ll lose weight.’
‘I know all that.’
‘Easier said than done,’ Abilene said.
‘Right,’ Helen said. And leaned forward. And poked her fork into the last hot dog sizzling on the skillet. And, not bothering with a bun, guided the frank toward her mouth.
Abilene grabbed her wrist.
‘Hey,’ Helen said.
‘Do you really want to eat that?’
‘Does somebody else want it?’
The others shook their heads.
‘Then it’ll just go to waste.’
‘Eat it,’ Finley said, ‘and it’ll go to your waist.’
‘Very funny.’
‘She’s right,’ Cora said. ‘Look, why don’t you let us help you? The flight home isn’t for five more days. I’ll bet you could lose seven or eight pounds by then.’
Abilene plucked the hot dog off the tines of Helen’s fork, bit off its end, and passed it to Finley.
‘Real cute,’ Helen muttered as Finley took a bite.
‘We’re helping you,’ Finley said with a mouthful. She handed the remaining half of the hot dog to Cora.
‘Whether you like it or not,’ Cora said, bit, and passed the stub to Vivian.
Vivian popped it into her mouth.
‘This is a vacation,' Helen protested. ‘How’m I supposed to have fun if I’m starving?’
‘You won’t starve,’ Cora told her.
‘Besides,’ Abilene said, it’s not really a vacation, it’s an adventure.’
it’s my adventure. And it is a vacation. You don’t diet when you’re on vacation.’
‘You do,’ Cora said. ‘Starting right now.’ it won’t make any difference.’
‘Sure it will,’ Abilene said, if you lose a few pounds, you’ll feel a lot better about yourself.’ it won’t even show.’
‘Sure it will.’
‘It’s a start,’ Abilene said. ‘By the time you step aboard that jet in Burlington, you’ll know that you can lose weight. All you’ve gotta do is keep at it.’
‘Pretty soon,’ Finley said, ‘Frank’ll be calling you “slim.” ’
‘I’ve got an idea,’ Vivian said. ‘Helen has a point about how losing a few pounds won’t show all that much on her.’ She faced Helen, narrowed her eyes. ‘Is there any reason you have to get back to Portland right away?’
Helen shrugged. ‘I don’t guess so.’
‘Then why don’t we change your ticket? You can fly back to L.A. with me. I’ve got a guest room in my condo. You can spend a couple of weeks — a couple of months — whatever it takes. Stay as long as you want. We’ll get that weight off you. By the time Frank sees you again, you’ll be looking terrific.’
‘That’s a great idea!’ Cora said.
‘I don’t know,’ Helen muttered.
‘Come on. We’ll have a great time.’
‘You don’t want me in the way.’
‘You wouldn’t be in the way of anything. It’ll be fun to have you around. I’ll keep my schedule light. We can go to Disneyland, Knotts, do the Universal tour.’
‘Don’t forget the wax museums,’ Finley added. ‘I know two of them with terrific Chambers of Horror. She’d love ’em. Hell, I could take her to those.’
‘Yeah. Fin’s only a half hour drive from my place. We can show you around together.’
‘This is sounding better and better,’ Abilene said. ‘Wish I could come along.’
‘Do,’ Vivian told her.
‘Can’t. I’ve got a graduate seminar in Dickens that starts in a couple of weeks. Besides, Harris would start climbing the walls.’ Cora huffed. ‘See what I mean about being tied down?’
‘Okay. Put it this way. I’d start climbing the walls. I’d miss him too much.’
‘How about you?’ Vivian asked Cora.
‘No way. Me in L.A.? Crowds, traffic, smog, earthquakes? Not a chance.’
Finley chuckled. ‘She’s just afraid Tony might put his foot down.’
‘Bull. Tony has nothing to do with it. I’d have to be nuts to spend time in L.A. when I can be home in Aspen.’
‘Good point,’ Abilene said.
‘I don’t think I should do it, anyway,’ Helen said. ‘I mean, I appreciate the offer. I really do. But… even if I can lose enough weight to make any difference…’
‘You can,’ Vivian assured her. ‘I know you can.’
‘It’d take a long time.’
‘So?’ Cora said.
‘Frank…’
‘Screw Frank,’ Finley said.
‘You’re miserable with him, anyway,’ Abilene pointed out. ‘For Godsake, go with Vivian. It’s a great opportunity. Lose some of that weight. Lose it, and then go back to Frank. If he doesn’t start treating you right, forget him.’
‘Dump his sorry ass,’ Finley said.
Helen grimaced. ‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t have to make up your mind right this instant,’ Vivian told her. ‘Just think about it, okay?’
‘And in the meantime,’ Cora said, ‘we’ll see to it that you knock off a few pounds while we’re here.’
‘I guess… it wouldn’t hurt to think about it.’