I was upsetwith her, even with the long talk we had about our love. I knew thingswouldn't be the same any longer. It was inevitable to what direction ...urlives were going at that moment.Yes. I could change the coarse. Did I? I look back at that night and nowwonder if my anger got the best of me. I remember Tammy coming home earlythe next morning. I remember hearing her crying on the front room sofa.I remember going to see what was wrong. My thoughts were that maybe shehad an argument with Mark?. We had been promised a cremain (the industry catchword for Cremated Remains) grinder for years, but it, like benefits and raises, had yet to materialize. As I pounded the desiccated bone fragments into suitably minute fragments, I reflected on the term ‘ashes’. When one opens the door of a crematory retort, one finds nothing resembling ashes. What Occupies the interior of the chamber is quite obviously a skeleton. The bones are dry to the point of collapse, and in fact may be partially. ”“Then I’ll be at the airport to meet you,” she said, “in a way that’s better, since that will be Saturday, and I don’t have to be in the Hochschule. And we have two whole days to get reacquainted.”“Reacquainted?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied, “very. Now, what was it that you were going to tell me?”I chuckled.“Nice try love,” I replied, “but you’ll have to wait.”“I hate you,” she mumbled.“How much?” I asked.“You’ll have to wait,” she said.Hoist with my own petard.The next taxi drew up, and I. It didn't take long for some of the food to take effect on her body either, as her love handles started to thicken more and her boobs began to pull the tank top tighter as it rode up. Her thighs pushed against each other just a little more with each bite, swallow. Kate's arms would plump up a little more, and her butt would widen just a tiny bit more.Finishing the first pan of pasta and her 2nd pizza, she continued without a beat to some of the Chinese food and the 3rd pizza. As she continued.