Salads?" he said. "I don't usually make a lot of salads." "I know this," she said wearily. "But we need to make a couple of changes. Just minor changes. Buy some low-fat, whole-wheat bread for sandwiches. Don't do pastas, breads and potatoes at every meal. Make salads, stock fresh fruit." "There's plenty of fruit around here," he said. "Yeah, and it's all in the pies." "You have pie almost every day," he pointed out. "You love my pies. You more than anyone, I think." She scowled, then grimaced. "I'm going to stop doing that. Listen, can you make some lighter meals available, please? Or else I'm not going to be able to eat here all the time. I'll have to pack a lunch, make my own dinner at home. This madness has to stop. I can't keep gaining weight like this. I am not going to be fat!" Preacher tilted his head. "Jack complaining about the way you look?" he asked cautiously. "Of course not," she said in frustration. "He thinks I'm perfect." "Well, there you go." "John, I don't think you're paying attention here. I have to go on a diet. You want me to write down what I need?" "No," he said unhappily. "I think I've got it." "Thanks.
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