I woke up in the middle of the night to hear rattling outside my bedroom. Getting out of bed and opening my door, I found Laura struggling to unlock her bedroom. She was home three days early from the eating disorder treatment facility, and she was horribly fat. She was wearing frumpy clothes and a shawl, and her arms were full of bags and suitcases. She looked at me accusingly, and I didn't know what to say. I realized I had forgotten to clean up the bathroom and get her room ready for her arrival. I thought I was looking forward to her coming home, but I hadn't wanted her to return without notice.
(Laura wants people to know that she didn't come home fat.)
