Bikini Season by Sheila Roberts

Author:Sheila Roberts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Kizzy had promised to serve Lionel all his favorite food for Valentine’s Day. She’d stopped on the way home and picked up a bucket of fried chicken and some Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Then she’d made garlic mashed potatoes, cornbread, and a big tossed salad. They were going to have a Valentine feast tonight.

But Lionel came home with little appetite, not even for the sugar-free chocolates he’d brought her.

“What’s wrong, Lion?” she asked, reaching across the table and laying a hand on his arm.

He shoved away his plate. “I guess I’m not very hungry.”

“I can see that. But you’ve been waiting all week for this meal. What’s going on?”

“You remember Joe Moran?”

“From work? The big man with the beard?”

Lionel nodded. “He had a stroke today.”

“Oh, no. Have you heard anything? Is he going to be okay?”

“I don’t know. He was diabetic.”

“Stroke sometimes comes with the territory if you don’t watch it. Poor man.” Kizzy was borderline, herself. She pushed her plate away, too.

“He said once that the doctor had been after him to lose weight, that if he didn’t things were just going to get worse.”

Kizzy looked at Lionel’s gut and felt a shadow pass over her. What would happen to Lionel if he kept on snacking for two?

“On the way home I heard something on the radio,” he continued morosely.

Had someone famous died? “What?”

“Did you know that some doctor has found a link between prostate cancer and obesity?”

Lionel wasn’t obese. He was just … on his way. The shadow got bigger. “Does that worry you?”

He frowned. “Hell, yeah.”

“Maybe you need to make some changes so you won’t get obese,” Kizzy said, trying to keep her voice gentle.

He pushed away from the table and marched off.

Well, this was a romantic Valentine’s Day. “Lion,” Kizzy called, running after him.

He didn’t say anything, just kept marching to the garage. She followed him and watched gape-mouthed as he made a raid on his junk-food stash. He flipped open the toolbox, yanked out the candy bars, and hurled them into the garbage. Next went the Pringles. She watched in amazement as he pulled junk food from places she never would have dreamed of looking.

“Go, Lion,” she said, and applauded him.

When he was done he marched back over to her and stood, legs apart, hands on his hips, like a gladiator claiming victory. “I don’t need that shit.”

“Oh, Lion, that’s the best valentine you’ve ever given me!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him. “You’re my hero.”

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