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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 165 with the hand dryer. "And I'm so fat." "Jenny knows you didn't always have the great body you have now." Mark winks at me and smiles. "Besides, you're pregnant, you're supposed to be fat." "Not this fat! My legs aren't pregnant. My chins aren't pregnant." I remember the months and months Jenny and I lived slimly - on amphetamines, and little else. "Maybe Jenny is fat," Mark offers, zipping the back of my dress. "Never." Seven years. People change a lot in seven years. Marriage, babies, other ambitions. But Jenny's ambitions never changed. She is still an actress first. Theatre was still her life, even after she married David. When her baby died it was two years before she could act again. She had a sporadic love affair with a producer, and a breakdown which ended in the psychiatric wing of a hospital. She sat for weeks in the dark, mourning, refusing to allow the shades to be raised, before she went back to David, and to the theatre. Now she is probably better than ever. I wonder if she is as nervous about this reunion as I am? "Jenny!" "Jody! Is it you?" A smile breaks across her face, |