Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Tell me about your eating habits.” Mrs. Pierce had her closed note book in her hand. One leg was over the other and it managed to stretch her black pencil skirt.

“I have little to say about my eating habits.” I told her.

“Well then, tell me about that ‘little’.”

“I eat a lot. That’s it.” I shrugged.

“When did you eating a lot start?” Nice. That was very sneaky. She was always finding ways to make me mention my mother but I was always finding ways to dodge that side of the topic.

“When I moved in with my aunt.” I said. “She has a lot of food in her house so I made myself comfortable.”

“Did you always used to eat this much?”

“Yes.” No. But she doesn’t know that. Who am I kidding? This woman has a degree in psychology, judging from the framed certificates on the wall above the little drawer not far from the exit.

She waited for a while. We were doing this awkward staring competition. I get a dose of it every day and It’s like she never gives up in demanding answers with her eyes.