SHE STARTED TO GROW

By Astrogator

She started to grow and he didn't and that was the problem from the very

beginning and from that bare fact everything else followed. Looking back on the

early days, when things started to happen, the first thing Bill noticed was

Valerie's suddenly surging appetite.

"You are really putting it away," he said one night at the dinner table. "You

never use to eat like this."

Valerie reached for another pork chop and spooned rich brown gravy over it.

"You eat like a pig," she said. "You have no right to tell me how to eat."

"I am not trying to tell you how to eat," he said. "I am just wondering why

you suddenly are eating so much."

Valerie dropped the bone on her plate and reached for another one. "I cooked

those pork chops," she said. "I can eat them if I want to. You had three, I am

having three." She ate.

Bill tried to make his voice warm and full of the concern he felt. "Of

course, Honey," he said. "I was just wondering if there was something wrong. I

mean, are you upset about something?"

"I am not upset," Valerie shouted, but her mouth was not quite empty and a

piece of mashed potato shot out, landing on the table between them. Her hand

lashed out with her napkin and brushed the offending fragment away. "Does being

hungry mean I am upset?"

"Food is comforting when something is bothering you," he said. "Are you mad

at me?"

"Should I be?"

"I don't know," he said. "You tell me."

Valerie didn't answer. She reached for her glass of merlot and drained the

last swallow.

"Please tell me what is wrong," Bill said.

"I don't want to talk about it," she said.

He could not help a feeling of pleasure. "Then it is true,"

he said. "You are mad about something."

"I am not mad." She eyed the last pork chop.

He reached for the pork chop with his fork. It bothered him to see her

stuffing herself like this. It would be better if he took the pork chop, even

though he was full, rather than let her go on shoving more food into her mouth.

"No you don't," Valerie said, snatching the serving tray out from under his

fork.

"I didn't know you wanted it," he lied. "Go ahead. I am full."

She smiled meanly. "I don't want it," she said. "But that doesn't mean you

have to clean the platter, does it?"

Bill dropped his eyes, feeling a little guilty. Actually, he wanted that pork

chop, as much as he hated to admit it, even in the privacy of his own brain. He

pushed his plate away, picked up his wine glass which still had a few sips in it

and said, "I guess I'll go work on the bills."

Valerie nodded. "Go ahead. I'll clean up and later we can watch Masterpiece

Theatre. They are showing Part 3 of The Golden Crown."

Bill rose and went into the study and got out the bills for last month. As he

worked, he was comforted by the clatter of crockery coming from the kitchen. It

reminded him of evenings in his childhood and for a moment, he thought he

detected a whiff of Sir Walter Raleigh pipe tobacco burning in his father's old

briar pipe. Then he realized he was smelling burning leaves from the house next

door, coming in through the open window. It was Indian summer, he thought.

The sudden silence in the kitchen caught Bill's attention. He got up and

crept out of the study, down the hall, and peered at the reflection of Valerie

in the hall mirror. She was holding the pork chop between thumb and forefinger

and eating it greedily. Bill felt sick and sad and he hoped that she would stop.

* * *

Valerie did not stop that week or the next. There was Thanksgiving, then

christmas holidays and an endless round of parties and holiday meals. "I have

already decided what my new year's resolution is going to be," she said, after a

huge christmas dinner at a neighbor's house. "I am going to lose fifteen

pounds."

Bill looked at Valerie as she stood in front of the full length mirror in her

slip. "You don't look fifteen pounds overweight," he said.

"I am," she said. "I just weighed myself. And my clothes don't fit."

"You must have been underweight," he said. "Really, Valerie, it looks good on

you."

Valerie turned and smiled at him and there was a touch of shyness in her

expression that charmed him. "I don't want to get any heavier than this," she

said, turning back to the mirror. "I just weighed myself and I was one

hundred-thirty-five pounds."

Bill was lying on the bed in his shorts, holding a tattered paperback novel

that he had been trying to get interested in. He lay the book aside and

concentrated on his wife, surprised at how vital and desirable she suddenly

seemned. "I like you just the way you are," he said. "Stay that way."

Valerie shook her head and ran her hands over her hips and stomach. "I'll

have to start jogging. I'll start tomorrow. I need to get down to one hundred

twenty."

"You would be a scarecrow," he said.

Valerie turned put her hands on her hips. "Oh yeah? You never called me a

scarecrow before. I have been one twenty since high school and you never

complained that I was too skinny."

Something wasn't right, Bill realized. "You must be mistaken," he said.

"Maybe there is something wrong with the scale." He got up and went into the

bathroom. The scale told him he weighed 205 which was the same as the scale down

at the gym. He went back into the bedroom. "How tall are you?"

"Five four," Valerie said.

Bill said, "Are you sure?"

Valerie reached for her purse. "You want to see my driver's license?"

He waved his hand. "I don't believe it. I'll just measure you." He went to

the back porch and got a six foot carpenter's rule out of the tool box. When he

came back, Valerie was in bed. It took some coaxing to persuade her to get up,

but she did and he held the rule next to her back. "You are five six," he said.

"What?" Valerie's surprise was obvious. "That's impossible."

He laughed. "How old were you when you got your driver's license? Sixteen? So

you grew a couple of inches since then. That's not surprising." He put his arm

around her and gave her a squeeze. "You aren't fat, Honey. You are just right."

* * *

A week later, Bill was beginning to worry. When he came home from work and

went into the bedroom, the bed was piled high with new clothes. "Valerie, what

have you done?"

"One hundred forty," Valerie wailed from the bathroom as she stood on the

scale. "I have been jogging three miles a day!"

"You have been eating like a horse," he said, fuming. "I thought you were

going to go on a diet after the new year." She came out of the bathroom and he

looked at her. "It's only five pounds," he said, running his eyes over her body.

She looked leaner and firmer since she had started jogging. "You look good. But

you had better start watching what you eat."

"I try," Valerie said, in a plaintive voice. "But I get so hungry. I can't

help myself."

"I know this sounds crazy, but you look taller," Bill said. "Let me get the

rule." He went for the rule and this time he made Valerie stand with her back to

the door frame. He marked the top of her head on the door facing with a pencil,

then measured it with a rule. "Five seven," he said. "You have grown an inch."

"Check it again," she said. "I can't be an inch taller than last week. You

must have made a mistake."

He scowled. "I guess I know how to use a carpenter's rule," he said. "This is

ridiculous."

Valerie laughed. "Of course," she said. "Dinner's ready, let's eat."

He regarded her sharply. "You already have dinner ready? But it is only

five-thirty."

"I am starving," she said.

"Valerie! Get hold of yourself," he said.

She stepped back from him and gestured at her body. She was wearing a brand

new sweat suit. "Do I look like a fat slob?"

"No," he said. "But you are the one who complains about your weight. If you

want to lose weight, you are going to have to cut down on what you eat."

"I am starting a high protein diet," she said. "I have a feeling that this is

going to do the trick. Just to make sure, I am going to start jogging five miles

every day."

Valerie was telling the truth about her diet. That night she put away a

twelve ounce steak. When she was finished, she sat back in her chair and looked

at him across the table, a look of deep satisfaction on her face.

* * *

"You have grown another inch in the last week," he said, pointing to the two

pencil marks on the wall. "There is no doubt about it."

Valerie put her hand to her mouth and looked up at him. "I am almost as tall

as you now," she said. "Something is wrong with me!"

"You had better see a doctor tomorrow," he said. "This could be dangerous."

Valerie nodded her head vigorously. "I will," she said. "I will see a doctor

tomorrow."

* * *

"What did the doctor say," Bill asked.

Valerie shrugged. "He told me to come back in about three months," she said.

* * *

"It's only three weeks," Valerie said, as they approached the doctor's

office. "He said three months."

"We can't afford to wait that long," Bill told her. "You are almost six feet

tall. You weigh a hundred sixty-five pounds!"

"But I feel all right," Valerie said. "We should wait three months like the

doctor said."

Bill opened the door and herded Valerie in. She had a brand new dress on, new

shoes, and she was two inches taller than he was in her high heels. The

receptionist gave them a funny look, then asked them to be seated. "We shouldn't

bother the doctor about this," Valerie said, in a shaky voice.

"We can't take chances with your health," he said.

Dr. Soames opened the door to the waiting room and came out waddling in his

white coat and rumpled blue suit. He looked at Valerie, then looked at Bill. "I

think you should find another doctor," he said. "Judy will give you your family

medical records."

"I knew he would be angry," Valerie said.

"Aren't you going to see her?" Bill asked.

"This woman is not my patient," Dr. Soames said. "Get out right now or I will

telephone the police."

"What has gotten into you, Dr. Soames?" Bill said. "Don't you recognize me?

Don't you recognize Valerie?"

"Please don't make a scene," the doctor said, and turned to his nurse. "Judy,

if they are still here in five minutes, call the police." He turned and waddled

out of the waiting room.

Bill wanted to argue, but Valerie pulled at his arm. "Come one, Bill, let's

go. We don't want any trouble."

* * *

In the weeks that followed, Bill tried in vain to get Valerie to see another

doctor, but she refused. She increased her jogging to seven miles a day, and

started wearing men's clothes because it was impossible to find women's clothes

in her size. She would not stop eating too much and Bill was convinced that it

was the eating that was causing her to grow. "Go to a doctor," he said. "He'll

give you something to dampen your appetite. Maybe if you lose weight, you'll get

shorter."

They were in the bedroom, going through the weekly ritual of measuring

Valerie and marking her height on the door. The last mark was well above the top

of the door now. Valerie was six feet eleven inches tall and she weighed two

hundred sixty-four pounds. Valerie stood straight against the door with her firm

breasts jutting out. Bill reached high above his head with the pencil in his

hand and made the mark. "I have barbecued ribs, sausage, and chicken tonight,"

she said, smiling down at him.

His eyes were no higher than the tips of her breasts and it made him feel

strange to look up to see her face. Bill was a tall man himself and he was not

used to being around people who were taller than himself. It was such a rare

experience that it was quiet impressive when it happened. Now, he found himself

living with a woman who was almost seven feet tall. "I am not hungry," he said.

Valerie wrapped her arms around him, stooped slightly and kissed his

forehead. "Poor Bill," she said. "I am sorry about that." Her hand touched his

left eye which was now swollen and looked blue when he studied it in the mirror.

"It's all right," he said. "I shouldn't have tried to manhandle you. I won't

ever do it again."

"And I promise I will never hit you again," she said. "I am so sorry. I felt

sick at my stomach when I realized what I had done."

That morning, he had tried to drag her to a hospital. She had lost patience

with him and knocked him down with one blow of her fist. Valerie had always been

strong, and doubling her mass had made her stronger still. "You forgive me,

don't you?"

"Of course," he said. "It was my fault. I should not have tried to make you

do something you did not want to do."

She took his arm and led him to the dining room. She had to curtsy as she

went through the door which was two inches shorter than she was in her brand new

pajamas.

Bill was dismayed when he saw the huge dinner that Valerie had prepared. He

had calculated that she was now eating forty- four dollars worth of food a day,

most of it protein. The amount of food she ate kept going up week by week. She

was now eating twice as much each day as she had in late November.

"We need to find some way to save on food," he said. "All this meat costs

money."

Valerie sat down at her place at the end of the table. Her chair groaned

under the strain of her weight. "I have been thinking," she said. "I should get

a job."

"No!" Bill said. "You can't go out like this," he said.

Valerie stared at him in dismay. "Do you think I look like a freak?"

"No, of course not," he said. "But you don't want people to stare at you, do

you?"

"You are ashamed of me!" Valeries said. She grabbed a tray and scooped it

full of sausage, brisket, and chicken, then ran from the dining room to the bed

room where she locked herself in.

Bill went and tapped on the bed room door. He could hear the sound of sobbing

and chewing coming from within. "Valerie?"

She did not answer. The sounds of eating did not stop.

"Valerie, please open the door," he said.

"Go away," she shouted with her mouth filled with food.

"Valerie, if you don't open this door, I am going to break it down," he said.

Valerie did not answer.

"I want to help you, Valerie," he said. "You need help. You must realize

that. What is happening to you is not normal. I know you are afraid, even if you

won't admit it to yourself. Let me in so we can talk."

There was silence in the bedroom.

"I am your husband, Valerie," he said. "You have no right to shut me out. Now

open the door right now."

Bill waited a few seconds, then slammed the door hard with his shoulder.

Twice more he smashed into the door and on the third blow the door splintered.

Valerie had been sitting on the bed with the tray of food on her lap. She rose

and looked at him with an old excitement. "Bill!" she said, and held her arms

wide. He went to her and she pushed him onto the bed and started pulling at his

clothes. He was caught by surprise, but his body responded to her embrace, her

touch, and her smell. It was their last lovemaking for a long time.

* * *

Bill came home from work, tired, and put down his lunch box in the kitchen.

There was no food prepared and he was pleased. He had grown to hate the sight of

food and he hated to watch her eat. It was July and Valerie still jogged seven

miles a day, but she only went out of the house at night. Bill looked toward the

bedroom and felt a reluctance to go in there. In the two months since they had

last made love, Valerie had grown another foot. He had no idea how much she

weighed because the bathroom scale only went up to two hundred seventy five. He

guessed she must be anywhere from 350 to 400 pounds.

Bill was startled to hear Valerie's voice coming from the bedroom. Who was

she talking to? They no longer allowed any visitors, not since Valerie had

become a giantess. Bill went to the bedroom and pushed back the curtain. Inside,

he saw Valerie sitting up on the two mattresses she used for a bed. She was

leaning against the wall and cradling a young black man on her lap.

"Valerie!"

The black youth started and tried to get up, but Valerie held him. "Stay

where you are, Robert," she said. "I want you to meet my husband, Bill."

"Who is he?" Bill demanded, his finger pointed at the young man.

"A friend," Valerie said. "He is my friend, and I think you and he should get

acquainted."

"And just how did you meet?"

Robert struggled once again to disentangle himself from Valerie's embrace,

but it was futile. He was helpless as a child in her grasp and he would stay

where he was until she was ready to let him go. "He came to rob us," Valerie

said.

Robert looked at Valerie with wide eyes. "Please don't say that, Mrs. Barker!

I never had no such intention." He looked at Bill with pleading eyes. "It's not

true, Mr. Barker!"

Bill walked up beside Valerie and studied the young man. "So you came to

steal and you fell into Valeries hands," he said. "That was bad luck for you."

He looked at Valerie. "Good work, Honey. I'll call the police, if you haven't

already."

As he turned toward the phone, she said, "No, don't. I don't want the police

in here, gawking at me. And I don't want them to take Robert away to jail."

"But Valerie, he is a criminal," Bill said. "We can't just let him go to rob

other people."

"Yes we can," she said. "Because he is not going to steal anymore. Isn't that

so, Robert?"

Robert nodded. "Yes ma'am. That is, if you will keep your promise."

"You can trust me, Robert," she said. "And I know I can trust you. You better

get home now and don't forget to tell your mother thank you for the cookies."

Robert popped out of Valerie's lap and started to brush past Bill. Bill

grabbed Robert by the harm and held on. The young man tried to jerk his hand

loose, but Bill's work hardened hands held him like pliers. "You aren't going

anywhere just yet."

"Let go of him," Valerie said.

"But Valerie!"

"I am not going to say it again, Bill." Her voice was low, calm, and strong.

Bill and Valerie looked into each others eyes and he felt a tingle. He let go of

Robert's wrist and stepped away.

"What promise did you make to him?" he said, when Robert was gone.

"It was nothing," she said. "I just promised him that he could come back and

see me whenever he wanted to."

"What for? Why would he want to see you again? What would you do?"

"Just talk," she said. "Robert needs someone to talk to. Someone who can

listen and help. His father is in prison, his sister is a prostitute, and his

mother is too crippled to work. Life came down too hard on poor Robert. That's

why he became a burglar. He thought that if he just had money, he could make

everything all right. But he was wrong. More than money, he needs a friend. And

so do I."

"You? Why do you need a friend?" Bill said. "You have me."

"No, you have me," she said. "I am an albatross around your neck, Bill. I

feel so useless. It is good for me to be needed. Robert needs me."

Bill stared at her for a moment, then shook his head slowly. "He'll never

come back. How could you be so gullible?"

"We'll see," she said, and he nodded in agreement.

Valerie got up and adjusted her clothes. She was wearing a pair of huge brown

shorts and a T-shirt from a "big man" shop. She moved slowly and her head almost

touched the ceiling. She was big and strong, but she seemed to struggle against

her great weight. "I'll fix dinner," she said. "I am starving."

"Would you like me to do that?" he said. "You appear to be tired."

"No, I can still manage in the kitchen," Valerie said. "I don't know how much

longer I will be able to."

"This can't go on," Bill said. "You can't keep getting bigger and bigger.

Eventually, you won't be able to get up."

Valerie waved her big hand. "Eventually, you may be right. But we aren't

there yet. In the meantime, I'll manage as best as I can." She started to take a

step, but Bill suddenly stepped in front of her and laid his head on her

stomach.

"Valerie, why did this happen?"

"I don't know, Bill," she said. "It just did."

"I miss you so much," he said.

"I am right here." She put her hand on the top of his head. "I haven't gone

anywhere. I'll never leave you, but you may leave me. When the time comes that

you have to go, you just go and don't look back."

He wanted to say that he would stand by her, no matter what happened. He

wanted to say that he would never abandon her. But he could not say it because

he knew it was not true.

* * *

Robert came back the next day, and after that he came twice a week. He came

when Bill was at work, but sometimes he met Bill coming home just as he was

leaving. Robert started wearing nicer clothes and he got his hair cut. His

juvenile smirk changed to a friendly smile and when he greeted Bill, his words

revealed respect without groveling. "Good day, Mr. Barker," Robert said, as Bill

came home. "I wanted to thank you what you and Mrs. Barker have done for me."

"What have we done?" he asked.

"You straightened me out. I have a good job now. I met a nice girl. I am

going to make it."

"I haven't done anything," Bill said. "It was Valerie."

"She is an incredible woman," Robert said, his eyes gazing off into the

distance. "Sometimes, I get the feeling that she can see inside my head. She

sees me for what I really am, without any bullshit, and says it's all right."

Bill felt a chill on his back. He had begun to get a similar feeling. "I know

what you mean," he said.

* * *

"Money is becoming a problem," Bill said, looking up at Valerie. She was over

eight feet tall now, and could not stand up straight inside the house. She no

longer went outside and she had to crouch when she stood up.

"Poor Bill," Valerie said, bending over as she spoke to him. "I think it is

time that I started to help out around here." She turned and picked up her

purse. It was actually a cloth bag with a carrying strap. She reached in and

took out a handful of money.

"Where did you get this?"

"My friends," she said. "They wanted to help, so I let them."

Bill took the wad of bills and squeezed it. It looked like hundreds of

dollars. "You mean those groupies of yours?"

"They are my friends," she said. "I need a larger place to live. I need a

room with a ceiling high enough that I can stand up and a door that I can go

through without bending over. I need a place where my friends can visit me and I

can talk to them. I need a room where I can work out. I don't get enough

exercise anymore."

"That will take money," he said.

Valerie handed over the cloth bag. "Here," she said. "Is it enough?"

Bill peered into the bag, the felt the rolls of bills with his hand. "Yes, it

looks like it will be enough. We can put on an addition and raise the ceiling in

here. That will hold us for awhile."

"Guess what," Valerie said. "Dr. Soames came by. He wanted to tell you he was

sorry. He offered to look after me for free."

Bill could not help sneering. "I'll bet. What's in it for him?"

"I don't question his motives," Valerie said. "I am grateful for his

generosity. You are too suspicious of people, Bill. He wants to meet with us

this weekend. He'll come here on Saturday."

"He probably wants to write you up for the medical journals," Bill said.

"I don't care," Valerie said. "I need to have a doctor. Soames was my doctor

before this all began. I don't care what his reasons are."

* * *

After they moved into the new house, Valerie was happy for awhile, but Bill

rationed out the grocery money. Dr. Soames had put Valerie on a restricted diet,

hoping to stop her growth. He had given her drugs to suppress her appetite, but

they did not seem to be effective. "It is psychological," Dr. Soames explained.

"Valerie is not truly hungry when she eats, but she has aquired the habit of

eating enormous amounts and she simply will not stop."

Bill put Valerie on a strict budget of eighty dollars a day for food, and she

complained incessantly. He suspected that her friends were bringing her food

while he was away at work. He began to dread going home each day to face the

problem that was Valerie because he had no answer for it. He knew he was working

himself up to leaving her.

One day he stopped at a bar on the way home to have a beer and he saw his own

house on the television. "Turn that up," he yelled at the bartender. "That's my

house!"

The announcer was a local news woman, a pretty blonde with a perky manner,

named Eva Blaine. "Today, the Unblinking Eye visits the home of Valerie Barker,"

the news woman said. "I think you will agree when you have met Valerie, that she

is one of the most remarkable women of all time. Let's just go up to the door

and see if she is at home." Bill watched in horror as the camera bounced up the

driveway behind the bouncy newswoman and zoomed in on the oversized front door

he had put in.

Eva stopped at the entrance and posed next to the big door handle which was

over five feet above the stoop. Valerie had complained about having the door

handle knee height, so he had installed it halfway up the eleven foot door.

"I'll just ring the bell," Eva said, and pressed the button. The door bell was

at normal height, although Valerie had complained about that as well. Bill

pointed out that the bell was for visitors, not for her.

Valerie opened the door almost instantly and Bill realized she must have been

waiting behind it for Eva to ring the bell. "Valerie Barker," Eva said. "I am

Eva Blaine of the Unblinking Eye. Would you mind if we come in and take some

pictures."

"Come in," Valerie said, and Bill suddenly realized how harsh her deep voice

must sound to those who had not grown use to it as it had deepened over the last

few months. Eva and her camerman followed Valerie into the living room where

Valerie stood comfortably straight under the twelve foot ceiling. It was an old

house. Eva turned to the camera and addressed the audience.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is Valerie Barker. I assure you that this is

no trick photography or illusion." She turned and spoke to someone off-camera,

"Mr. Barker, would you please go stand beside Mrs. Barker?"

Dr. Soames appeared and gazed hesitantly into the camera. "Actually, I am

Mrs. Barker's physician," he said. "I am Dr. Soames."

"You'll do fine, Dr. Soames," Eva Blaine said. "Please stand beside Mrs.

Barker so everyone can see how tall she is."

Eva then proceeded to interview Dr. Soames, from off camera.

"Do you have any explanation for Mrs. Barker's condition, Doctor?"

Soames cleared his throat. "Valerie is suffering from a unique eating

disorder previously unknown to medical science. For want of a better name, I

have proposed the name DIGS. It stands for diet induced growth syndrome."

"Is DIGS contagious?"

"No, Eva," Dr. Soames said. "DIGS is a genetic disorder."

"Please describe DIGS for us."

"Yes. Uh. DIGS is characterized by a tendency for the body to convert excess

caloric intake into bone and muscle instead of fat."

"It sounds like a blessing to me," Eva commented. "What do you say, Valerie?"

"I suppose I would rather be tall than fat," Valerie said. "But the problem

is, I can't stop eating. The bigger I get, the more I want to eat. I have tried

diets, drugs, exercise ... everything. I get scared sometimes because I don't

know where this is going to end."

"How about it, Dr. Soames? How big can Valerie get? Isn't there anyway to

stop her growth?"

"I am afraid that, unless Valerie is able to overcome her eating disorder,

there is no alternative to surgical methods. There are numerous successful

treatments of obesity by wiring the jaws shut. This makes it physically

impossible for the patient to eat, therefore ..."

Bill downed his beer quickly and hurried home as fast as he could. When he

got there, there was a crowd of newsmedia outside the house. Someone recognized

him and they converged on him. The questions came at some quick and loud that he

could not make them out or tell who was asking, but one man with a strong voice

cut through the din and said, "Mr. Barker, how much did channel four pay you for

the exclusive interview with your wife?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," Bill said, and pushed his way to

the door. It was locked, but he opened it with his key and went in.

Valerie was sitting in her special chair watching the interview on

television. She smiled at Bill when he came in. "I am glad you are home," she

said.

"Why did you do that?" he demanded. "Why did you make a spectacle of

yourself?"

"For the money," she said. "We needed the money."

"What for?"

"So we can go away." She leaned forward, and looked down at him like a

goddess on her throne. "It's the only solution for me. I don't want to have my

jaws wired shut."

He found it difficult to be near her. She was so big that standing in front

of her he felt like a child. "Where do you want to go, Valerie?"

She picked up a magazine from the table beside her and held it out to him.

"There is an island in the south pacific," she said. "It is for sale. I want to

go and live there."

He shook his head. "We cannot afford an island!"

"Not yet," she said. "But soon we will be able to."

"How?"

"I got one hundred and fifty thousand from the TV station for the interview,"

she said. "And that is only the beginning. Already I have gotten offers totaling

over a million and my agent says we should be able to earn over a hundred

million in public appearances, promotions, and endorsements."

"You have an agent? When did all this happen?"

"It all happened today," Valerie said. "The interview was aired on the ten

o'clock news last night and shortly after you left for work, the phone started

to ring off the wall."

"Last night? You mean the interview was recorded yesterday and you never told

me about it?"

"That's right," Valerie said. "It has been on TV four times already. About

the agent, it was Robert's idea. As soon the networks picked up the story and

ran it nationally, I had no trouble getting one of the best agent's in the

country. His name is Gregory Morton. Wait till you meet him. He is full of ideas

for making money off of this thing. In a year, maybe less, we'll have enough

money to go away."

Bill clenched his fist and paced up and down. He turned back to her and

demanded, "What is it all for, Valerie? What good is it going to do to go away?"

"Isn't it obvious, Bill? It is a desert island. There is no food there. All

we have to do is live there for a year or so until I get back to normal size."

"Are you sure that is going to work?"

"Of course it will work. If eating makes me get bigger, then not eating will

make me get smaller."

"Maybe," Bill said. "But I never heard of bones getting shorter."

"It's worth a try," she said. "I know it is going to work. In a year, we can

come back and live like normal people again."

Bill paced up and down again, then turned back to her and said. "Suppose it

works. Suppose we are able to raise all this money. Suppose we buy a desert

island and suppose starving yourself will make you get smaller again. What about

afterward? If you go back to your old habits, won't you just start getting

bigger again?"

"If I can get back to my normal weight, I feel sure that I can control my

eating," she said. "But if not, we will still have the island. We can always go

back." She looked down at him, a pleading look on her face. "You will help me,

won't you?"

Bill hesitated moment, then chose his words carefully. "Look Valerie, you

once said that if I decided I had to leave, it would be okay."

Her eyes widened. "Not now, Bill. You can't leave right now. We need you?"

"Who do you mean by we?"

"Me and Gregory and Robert. We need you for the promotions. Everyone wants to

hear your story. Gregory has interviews worth a million already lined up for

you."

Bill shook his head. "No, you are the story, not me," he said. "You can do it

without me."

"That's not true, Bill. It has to be all or nothing. I can do it, but only if

you help me." She leaned forward and gripped his shoulder in her big hand. "You

are part of what I am trying to regain, don't you see? I was once a normal,

respectable woman. Do you think I enjoy being a spectacle? Promise me you'll

stay until I have beaten this thing. If you still want to leave after that,

okay."

He pulled away from her, rubbing his sore shoulder. Valerie did not know her

own strength. "How long is that going to be?" he said. "You can't expect me to

make an open ended promise."

"No more than two years," she said. "A year to raise the money and a year on

the island to lose the weight. Only two years."

Bill considered it for a moment. "You could shorten that time, if you cut

back on your eating now," he said. "If you could just start losing a little

weight at a time. You would not have to starve yourself."

Valerie shook her head. "No, the bigger I get, the better the money will be.

That is what Gregory says."

Bill turned and walked toward the window to think it over. Valerie heaved

herself out of her chair and followed him. She was twice her normal height now,

and walked with an effort, as if she were carrying a heavy pack.

"What do you say, Bill? Do you agree? Two years and no more?"

He turned and looked up at her. She was standing behind him, just a step

away. "I have to think it over," he said.

"I won't take no for an answer, Bill."

He nodded when he realized it was the truth. He would have to agree. When it

came time to go, he would have to go without a word. In the mean time, he had to

go along. "Then the answer is yes," he said.

* * *

The fund raising was more successful than even Gregory had predicted. Valerie

appeared in two movies, one a horror film, and the other an Italian movie about

Hercules in which she played the goddess Hera. There was a best selling book and

endless television appearances. She did commercials for a tire company and she

addressed football stadiums full of devoted admirers. She sang a unique basso

profundo version of the Star Spangled Banner at the Super Bowl. This led to a

successful compact disk ("Valerie Sings Verdi") and a stint on Hee Haw followed

by her second successful compact disk ("Valerie Sings Chant").

When it came time to go, Bill was afraid Valerie might not want to give up

her fame and go starve on a desert island after all, but he was wrong. She was

now almost twenty feet tall and could barely get around on crutches. A derrick

with hand holds had been placed over her chair to help her get up and another

one to help her out of bed in the morning. They had to buy an air craft hangar

at the airport to live in. Valerie looked forward to the life she would live on

the island and afterward when she could return to a normal life and enjoy the

enormous fortune they had accumulated.

When the cargo plane came to pick them up, Valerie struggled across the

tarmac to the foot of the ramp. She paused for the reporters to take pictures,

then she dramatically threw away her crutches and slowly, carefully walked up

the ramp into the dark interior of the great plane. Bill, Robert, Gregory, and

the rest of the entourage followed behind.

The flight to Valerie's Island took twelve hours. The advance crew had

cleared an air strip and when Valerie, Bill, Robert, and Gregory walked off the

plane onto the sand, the bull dozers were driven aboard to be hauled away. The

plane left them on the island and they all went down to the beach. Dr. Soames

urged Valerie to go into the water. "It will help you to rest," he said.

For awhile, the men sat on the beach and watched Valerie relaxing in the

deeper water a hundred yards offshore. "I am hungry," Roberto said.

The men looked at one another. "Perhaps it would be a good idea to have our

dinners now while Valerie is swimming," Dr. Soames suggested. "It is going to be

difficult enough for her without having to watch us eat."

They all agreed and went back to the trailer at the airs strip. Roberto

prepared the food while Bill went outside and adjusted the satellite dish. When

the meal was ready, they sat down in front of the TV to watch a movie and eat.

While they were finishing the last of the frozen TV dinners, there was a series

of bangs on the roof of the trailer.

"It's Valerie," Bill said. "I'll go see what she wants."

He went outside and saw her standing by the trailer, leaning on the roof.

"Valerie, you seem to be getting around better," he said.

"Yes, I am," she said. "After resting in the water for awhile, I can walk a

lot better."

Bill pointed to the caved in edge of the roof of the trailer. "Be careful not

to put too much weight on that," he said.

Valerie removed her elbow and rested her hands on her hips. "I am so hungry,

Bill," she said. "What have you and the others been eating?" "Nothing, just some

frozen dinners," he said.

"I can smell them," Valerie said, and licked her lips. "I smell ravioli and

lasagna and . You had chocolate pudding for desert, didn't you?"

"Valerie, you should not think about food," Bill warned her.

"I can't help it," she said. "I can't think about anything but food."

"Why don't you go down to the beach and try to get some sleep?"

"I can't sleep," she said. "Not without something to eat. Come with me and

talk to me."

Bill sighed. He had wanted to watch the movie. "All right, come one. It is

not a good idea to hang around here."

They started toward the beach, but after a few steps, Valerie had to sit down

and rest. When she could not get up again, she was forced to crawl the rest of

the way and she began to moan and complain. "This is crazy," she said. "We

should never have come here. My bed felt so good at home."

"It's just the first night," Bill said. "It will get easier in time. Dr.

Soames said so."

Valerie lay down on the sand and curled up into a foetal position. "I changed

my mind, Bill," she said. "Call the plane back. Use the satellite phone and call

them back. Tell them to bring me some food."

"The quickest we can get the plane back is one month from now," Bill told

her. "We don't own the plane, we just lease it, and you have to reserve it at

least a month ahead of time."

"Go call them, Bill. Tell them I can't stand it." She spoke while lying on

her side with her eyes closed. Her voice was strained. "Tell them we'll pay

anything they ask."

Valerie was a large dim shape in the moon light. Lying down, her right

shoulder was as high as his own. He leaned his cheek against her shoulder. "All

right, Valerie," he said. "But remember, I kept my part of the bargain. If you

quit, so do I."

"I don't care," she said. "Please call them. Beg them to come and get me."

Back at the trailer, Dr. Soames met Bill in the kitchen. "How is she doing?"

Bill shook his head. "She wants to give up already."

"She hasn't had a thing to eat all day," Soames said. "It was her idea to

start before we took off. It will get easier after a few days."

"I am afraid she won't wait that long," Bill said. He picked up the satellite

phone and called the air transport company. After a brief conversation, he hung

up and looked at Soames. "I'll have to call later, after the office opens up."

The next day, Valerie spent most of the day in the water and by evening she

was feeling much stronger. She walked slowly up and down the beach while Dr.

Soames looked on approvingly.

"Your body seems to be adapting to its size," Soames shouted at her as she

walked by. He was wearing a straw hat, a sports shirt, and shorts.

Valerie stopped a few yards from Soames and looked down at him thoughtfully.

"Dr. Soames," she said. "You have fine looking legs."

"Thank you," he said. "As I was saying, by your not eating for over

twenty-four hours, your body is beginning to catch up. It is possible you may

soon be able to walk normally in a few days."

"I am still very hungry," she said, looking down at him with shiny lips over

which her tongue moved compulsively again and again. "I am so hungry I could

scream."

"Go ahead and scream if it will help," Dr. Soames said. Valerie screamed, but

it did not sound like a scream to the men on the beach. It sounded like an

elephant's roar. When she was through screaming, she went back in the water for

awhile.

Dr. Soames, Bill, Gregory, and Roberto brought beach chairs and a card table

down to the beach. There was beer and they played pinochle in the afternoon sun.

As Bill dealt out the first hand he said, "It was good of you fellows to

share our exile with us."

"She needed medical supervision," Dr. Soames said. "That is the only reason I

am here."

"I feel I owed it to her," Gregory said. "She was the best property I ever

handled. She made me a rich man. I don't have to work anymore, if I don't want

to, and if I do I can write my own ticket."

"Valerie turned my life around," Roberto said. "I would have wound up a petty

criminal if it weren't for her." He looked at Bill. "What about you, Mr. Barker?

What made you stick with her?"

"She's my wife," Bill said.

Gregory pointed out to sea. "Look! Valerie is swimming! Look at her go!"

"I hope she doesn't over do it," Dr. Soames said. "But she obviously likes

the water. It buoys her up and makes her feel light and unencumbered."

They watched Valerie paddle down the beach and around the point, then

returned to the card game.

"I hope she doesn't go too far," Bill said.

"Don't worry about Valerie," Roberto said. "What can happen to a woman who is

twenty feet tall."

Bill looked at Dr. Soames. "Do you really think it will work? Do you really

think this might make her get shorter again?"

Soames shrugged. "It is impossible to know," he said, looking down at his

cards. "We shall have to wait and see."

They became absorbed in the game and played with enthusiasm, but from time to

time Bill looked up and scanned the horizon for Valerie. He was relieved to see

her at last come paddling around the point once more. She walked up the beach

and sat down near the men and began drying herself with a large towel. While

Roberto was shuffling the cards, Bill walked over to her.

"I am afraid I can't get the plane back early," he said. "I tried, but there

was nothing available."

Valerie said nothing, she just smiled and continued to dry herself. When Bill

walked back to the card game, Gregory said in a low voice, "I could use some

dinner. How about you guys?"

They all went over and said good night to Valerie who would be sleeping on

the beach again. They then walked over the dunes back to the trailer at the air

strip. Roberto was the first to see the damage and he turned and yelled at them

from the top of the next dune. "The trailer!" he called, and started to run.

When they arrived and saw what she had done, Bill pulled up a chair and sat

down amidst the wreckage. "All of the food is gone," he said.

Dr. Soames was poking through the smashed pantry. "There are a few canned

goods she missed."

"There is a chicken left in the freezer," Roberto said. "Everything else is

gone."

"She even drank all of the beer," Gregory said.

"That food was supposed to last us a month," Bill said.

"She could not have eaten it all," Dr. Soames said. "That much food should

last her a week."

"Not if she were binging," Bill said.

"She could not have eaten everything," Gregory said. "She must have hidden it

somewhere. We should spread out and look for it."

"Your wasting your time," Bill said. "She ate it all. We might as well make

our meal out of what's left. Tomorrow, we'll have to figure something out."

"We have to get off this island," Gregory said. "We better call for help."

Bill pointed to the broken satellite dish and the smashed receiver. "The

phone is out of order," he said.

"Why did she do that?" asked Roberto. "There was no need to do that. Does she

want to kill us all."

"It was probably an accident," Bill said. "She is big and clumsy and she

doesn't know her own strength. She wrecked the trailer trying to get in."

Roberto took the chicken from the freezer. "We may as well eat this before it

spoils. Somebody want to gather firewood?"

"I'll do it," said Dr. Soames. "You coming, Bill?"

"I think I will have a word with Valerie," he said. "I'll be back in an

hour."

"Dinner will be ready," Roberto said.

When Bill returned to the beach, he found Valerie stretched out and staring

up at the reddening sky. When she saw him, she raised up on one elbow. "Hello

Bill," she said with a hint of a smile on her face. "I hope you are not going to

be tiresome about what I did."

"Aren't you sorry?" he demanded. "What about us?"

"What difference does it make now?" she said. "I can't un do it."

"That food was for us," Bill said.

"I paid for that food, Bill," she said. "I paid for everything. I own

everything on this island from the shirt on your back to the ground you stand

on. Why should you men have plenty to eat while I starve?"

"It was your decision," Bill reminded her. "You planned it all. You insisted

that we come here to keep you company. You insisted that the plane not come back

for a month."

"I told you to call the plane back," she said. "I told you last night and you

didn't do it."

"It's too late now," he said. "The satellite phone is busted."

"If you had called when I told you to, it would have been all right."

"I did call," Bill told her. "But they were closed. I just left a message."

Valerie paused for a moment, then said, "Maybe they will come when they don't

hear from us. Maybe they are on their way back now."

"Oh Valerie, you are dreaming. Tell me something. Is there any food left? Did

you eat it all?"

Valerie did not answer.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" he asked. "What about the day after

tomorrow?"

Valerie looked straight at him and belched loudly. She wiped her mouth and

lay back down. "Don't worry about me," she said. "I can take care of myself."

Bill turned and walked back up toward the air strip. Now and then, he looked

back to see if he was followed.

* * *

They spent the next day picking through the wreckage of the trailer, trying

to salvage what they can. They found a few odds and ends of food and hid it

where Valerie could not find it. A few days later there was nothing at all to

eat and Bill stood beside Gregory on a high dune looking down on the beach where

Valerie was relaxing in the shade of some coconut trees. "I think she has some

food stashed," Gregory said. "Look how calm she is. She isn't hungry."

"If she did have any, it's gone now," Bill said. "She'll be hungry enough in

a day or two. We had better get back to work." The continued over the dune and

toward the jungle that lay north of the air strip. They met Roberto and Dr.

Soames who were already at work digging for roots.

At first, they piled up the edible roots they found, but as they day wore on

hunger grew more acute and they began to pop them into their mouths and chew

while they dug. "Don't eat too many," Roberto pleaded. "Try to save up a mess

for dinner." By the end of the day, they were all full of roots and they still

had a large bundle to carry back to their camp which they had moved to a hollow

just west of the air strip. A crude shed made from wreckage of the trailer

provided a little shelter for sleeping.

The next day, Roberto slipped off while they were digging for roots and did

not return all day. Bill and Gregory began to curse the lazy Roberto for goofing

off, but Dr. Soames tended to be more charitable. "Don't be too hard on him. He

does all the cooking, you know."

In the evening, as the tired men returned to the camp, with muscles sore and

bellies sour with raw roots, they smelled something delicious. Bill, Gregory,

and Soames ran the last few yards into the camp and saw Roberto roasting a small

pig over the fire. He looked up at the men and grinned. "We will have meat

tonight," Roberto said and all three pounded him on the back.

For the next half hour, the four men sat around the fire watching the

roasting meat and drooling. "It's done now," said Gregory. "Let's eat. Go ahead

and divide it four ways, Roberto."

Roberto reached for the spit, but he froze at the sound of a loud basso

profundo voice. "Not yet, boys." The four men turned their heads and saw Valerie

standing on the edge of the hollow gazing down at them. She walked slowly down

into the hollow and pushed Bill aside so she could squat next to the fire. "That

smells good, Roberto." She took hold of the spit by each end and lifted pig off

of the fire. She rose to her feet holding the pig chest high while the juices

dripped down into the fire.

"Valerie, that is our food," Dr. Soames said.

"We were going to share it with you, Valerie," Gregory said. "We were going

to give most of it to you. We were just going to keep a little bite for

ourselves."

"I'll bet you were," Valerie said. She took a huge bite out of the pig and

began to chew it up, bones and all.

The men gathered around her, their hands reaching up for the pig, but she

held it out of reach and laughed at them. She ate every scrap of the pig, licked

the spit clean and tossed it away.

"That was very selfish of you, Valerie," Dr. Soames said.

"I did it to teach you a lesson," she said. "Don't be greedy. If you had

brought the pig to me and said, 'Valerie, we caught this pig and we are going to

cook it and eat it. Would you like some?' In that case, I would have said, 'No,

go ahead and enjoy yourself, boys. There is not enough for all of us and you

deserve it.' But you tried to hide from me and eat it in secret. Well, you are

going to be very, very sorry you did that. Have a nice day." She turned and made

her way back to the beach.

The men sat down by the fire and stared at one another for awhile. "There are

more pigs where that one came from," Roberto said. "Tomorrow, I'll catch

another. Tomorrow we will eat well."

Roberto was right. The next day he did catch a pig and this time they carried

it down to the beach where Valerie was soaking in the surf. When she saw them,

she came out and stood at the water's edge while the men lifted up their pig

like an offering to the goddess.

"Valerie," Roberto said. "We have killed this pig? Would you like some?"

"It looks like a fine pig," Valerie said. "Leave it here and go gather fire

wood. I'll cook it now."

The men brought firewood and sat around watching hopefully while Valerie

cooked the pig. When it was done, she tore off a tiny rib bone for each man,

then ate the rest of the pig herself.

"Why did you do that, Valerie?" Bill asked. "We did as you told us, but still

you took almost all of the food and gave us practically nothing."

Valerie laughed. "I am sorry, boys. I couldn't help my self. You know how I

love to eat. I guess you'll just have to catch more pigs so that there will be

enough for me and you."

"How many would that be?" Roberto asked.

Valerie rubbed her greasy chin and pondered. "I guess I need about ten times

as much food as each of you. So if you share 1 pig, I should get ten pigs."

Roberto gasped. "Ten!"

"But Valerie," Dr. Soames said. "If you keep eating like that, you are just

going to get bigger and bigger. That is not why you came here."

"I know," she said smiling down at him by the light of th e fire which gave

her eyes a strange gleam like desire. "But living in the out of doors gives me

an appetite. The plane will be back in a couple of weeks and we can all go home.

I realized the first day this was not a good idea." Suddenly, Velerie bent over

poked Dr. Soames in the belly. "You look like you haven't missed any meals."

Later, walking back to the men's camp, Roberto said to Bill, "I don't think

there were more than six pigs on the island to start with. We'll never be able

to catch enough pigs to satisfy her."

"Nevertheless, you better keep catching them and giving them to her," Dr.

Soames said. "I don't like the way she looks at me."

"Haw, haw, haw," Roberto guffawed. "Fat boy is nervous!"

"Just shut up," Dr. Soames said.

* * *

Roberto had managed to make crude nets and the men were trying to catch fish

in the surf and not having much luck when Valerie came walking along the beach

and called to them. "Boys, we need to have a conference." She squatted on her

haunches and waited while they gathered round her.

"Here is the situation," she said. "It has been two months since the plane

left us here. It should have come by now if it were coming. Do you have any

explanation Bill?"

Bill shrugged. "I can't explain it, unless they misinterpreted the message I

left. I don't know what to think."

Valerie continued, "The fact is, we have depleted all of the food on this

island. I haven't had a mouthful of food in four days. I think it is time we

made some hard decisions."

The men looked at one another. "What do you mean, Valerie?" Bill said.

"What I am saying is that there is no need for all of us to go hungry."

"You mean, draw straws?" Gregory said.

"I don't care how you do it," Valerie said. "Just do it."

"We'll draw straws," Gregory said. "Roberto, go get some straws."

Roberto looked around and shrugged. "There is no straw here, my friend."

"Then get sticks or blades of grass. Just get something."

"I don't want to watch this," Valerie said. "You men go over there and decide

by yourself, then come back and tell me the result."

The men walked away and gathered in a little group beneath the coconut trees

which had long ago been stripped of their nuts. After a few minutes, the men

came back toward Valerie.

"Who is it going to be?" she asked, looking down at them from her squatting

position.

"We haven't finished the drawing yet," Roberto said, and held up a fist with

a single blade of grass protruding. "This one is yours."

Valerie gave an impatient growl. "Don't be silly. I am not going to let you

eat me. Now go back and decide which one of you I am going to eat."

The men stared at one another in dismay. "Valerie, you are not being fair

about this," said Dr. Soames.

"How can you say that?" Valerie demanded. "You all have the same chance, even

Bill." Bill stepped forward and said, "Valerie, I am your husband! Don't eat me.

Eat ...." He glanced at Gregory, but avoided eye contact.

Valerie shook her head sadly. "Bill, how would it look if I played favorites

at a time like this? It would not be right for me to place other men in jeopardy

of their lives and yet shield my own husband from danger. These are your

friends, Bill. I am really disappointed in you. Now you men go do as you are

told. I am trying to do this in a civilized, rational manner, but you are

beginning to try my patience."

The men slunk away to the coconut trees and formed a huddle. "That was a

pretty poor performance, Bill," said Dr. Soames.

"Oh, shut up, Soames," Bill said. "You would have done the same."

"If anyone deserves a free pass on this drawing it is me," Dr. Soames said.

"I am the only physician. Who is going to look after the health of the others if

I am gone?"

"See what I mean?" Bill said, looking at Gregory. "He is starting to figure

an angle. You heard what my wife said, no favorites and she is right, but there

is a moral issue here. We have to consider Valerie's feelings in this."

"Valerie's health is my prime concern," Dr. Soames said. "This is a very

difficult time for her, as you all know. Valerie is under a lot of stress. I am

not trying to say who the sacrifice should be, but as a physician it my

considered judgment that it is best for Valerie if I ...."

"Shut up, both of you," Gregory said. "We have to make a decision quick.

We'll each take our chances like men, and whoever draws the short blade of grass

goes."

Bill's face assumed a sly expression and he regarded Gregory. "Maybe we

should refuse to make a choice. Maybe we should force Valerie to choose one of

us."

"There is no time to argue about it," Gregory said. "We had better make our

decision before it is taken out of our hands."

"That scares you most of all," Bill said, looking hard in Gregory's face. "If

Valerie had to choose one of us to die, she would choose you. It's obvious."

"Not necessarily," Gregory said, his face beginning to break out in beads of

sweat.

"Of course," Soames chimed in. "She wouldn't choose Bill, he is her husband.

She wouldn't choose me, I am her doctor. She wouldn't choose Roberto, he is just

a kid. You are the obvious choice. I say we elect Gregory. Valerie will thank us

for it."

Roberto sobbed. "I am the only one who loves Valerie," he said. "I am the

only one who is willing to die for her. Stay here, you cowards. I will go and

give my life to the woman I love."

No one spoke as Roberto turned and walked toward Valerie, sobbing big heaving

sobs. The others followed at some distance behind as Roberto approached Valerie.

"I am..." he sobbed. "I am the one."

Valerie's eyes flashed in anger. "Is that so," she said, and got to her feet.

She strode across the sand and confronted the three older men who huddled before

her like bad little boys. She put her hands on her hips and stood with legs

apart, glaring down at them from the sky. "I might have known you would

sacrifice a child. Well, that is not good enough men." She bent over, her hand

reaching out toward the cringing figures and grabbed Dr. Soames by the arm. He

screamed in terror as she dragged him down the beach like a chubby child in tow.

"See what I mean," Gregory said. "She chose the fattest one. In the end, it

was her appetite that chose for her."

* * *

Gregory was gone and Roberto was gone two days ago, Bill knew. She would be

hungry again so he knew that he had to stay away from her if he wanted to live.

When he saw her running down the beach toward him, calling in her deep, booming

voice, he knew it was the end. Useless as it seemed to fight the inevitable,

fear drove him to flight. She was not fast, but she was strong and tireless.

There was no refuge for him anywhere on the island and all he could do would be

to extend his freedom a few minutes longer.

He tried to hide among some rocks on the beach, but she turned them over one

by one until she found him. "Bill, get up," she said. "It's okay."

Bill stood and waited. "Make it quick, will you."

Valerie sat down on a big rock. "No, really," she said. "It's okay. I am all

right now."

Bill stared. "What do you mean?"

"Come here, baby," she said, holding out her hands. "I am not going to eat

you. I am not going to eat again until I have lost this extra weight and

height."

"Why?" he asked. "Why did you decide now?"

She smiled and sat down on the sand. Bill realized that if he made a run for

it now, he could gain a lot of distance before she could get back to her feet,

but what was the use. She would catch him eventually. "I could have caught you

last night," she said. "You did not know I saw where you were hidden. But

suddenly I realized that I did not have to eat you. It suddenly came to me that

it is my choice. I could have stopped any time, if only I had wanted to."

"You are no longer hungry?" he said.

"I am still hungry," she said. "But eating you will not make the hunger go

away. It will only make you go away, like all the others."

"They did not go away, Valerie," he reminded her. "You ate them."

Valerie nodded. "I feel so terrible about that. I don't know what made me do

it. I only know that I could not do such a thing again."

Bill nodded. "I am glad you came to your senses. I was getting tired of

running and hiding." He walked toward her and sat down on a rock be side her

legs. She was fifty feet tall.

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