Chapter 11 eleven thirteen fat women

There were three women, Mrs. Richman, a widow; Mrs. Sutcliffe, a twice-divorced American; and an old maid, Miss Hickson.All three are over forty years old, living a prosperous life and carefree.Among them, Mrs. Sutcliffe has a very strange Christian name, Arrow [Note: English Arrow, meaning arrow. 】.She used to like this name very much, because she was a big girl at that time, with a slender figure, and it was suitable for her; even though it was often used as a joke, because it was only a compliment, she felt quite comfortable after hearing it. .She also likes to believe that it is a true portrayal of her character, which symbolizes directness, swiftness and determination.But today, she doesn't like this name so much, because she was originally born with beautiful features, but now she has become fat and fat, her features are blurred, her arms and shoulders are extremely thick, her buttocks are huge; even if she wants to find a dress that looks good Clothes are getting harder and harder.The jokes caused by the name were said in front of her in the past, but now they are said behind her back.She knew, too, that these jokes were no longer warm compliments.Although she is middle-aged, she is not reconciled at all.In order to bring out the brilliance of her eyes, she still wears sky blue clothes.She also took pains to keep her blond hair in its former glory.She likes Beatrice.Richman and Francis.Hickson, because they were both much fatter than she, and she looked somewhat slender by comparison.Both of them were older than her, and in their minds, she was often just a little girl.It's all a joy.They were easy-going and generous people, and they often joked with her well-meaningly about her lover.They have long since stopped thinking about such a boring thing as a boyfriend.In fact, Miss Hickson never thought of it for a moment.Even so, they had no objection to her coquettishness, and it was self-evident that some day Arrow would make the third man happy.

But you can't be fat anymore, my dear.Mrs Richman said. For God's sake, you've got to find someone who can play poker.said Miss Hickson. In their eyes, her boyfriend should be a man of about fifty, well-maintained and dignified, a retired general and golf player, or a widower without children; but in any case must be generous income.Arrow was delighted to hear that, but he had another idea in his bones.Yes, she wanted to remarry, but the husband she imagined was: a dark and thin Italian with a strong title, piercing eyes, or a Spanish gentleman of noble blood; the age cannot exceed thirty age.She had looked at herself in the mirror over and over again, convinced that she didn't look like anyone over thirty.

Miss Hickson, Mrs. Richman and Arrow.Sutcliffe and the three were on good terms.They met because of obesity, and formed an alliance because of bridge.The trio was originally based in Carlsbord [Note: American place name. ] I know.There the three lived in the same hotel and were abused by the same doctor with the same brutal treatment.Beatrice.Richman was tall, but handsome, with big eyes and a face covered in rouge and lipstick.She was a widow with a considerable fortune, and that made her content.But she likes to eat, butter bread, butter, potatoes and butter pudding are her favorite things to eat.Eat all you want for eleven months of the year, and spend the rest of the month in Carlsbord to lose weight.But she still gained weight year after year.She blamed the doctor, but got no sympathy from him.He pointed out to her the obvious reasons for this effect.

But if I can't even eat what I like to eat, what's the point of living.she argued. The doctor shrugged and disagreed with her.She later told Miss Hickson that she had begun to suspect that the doctor was not as clever as she thought.Hickson laughed.That's what she is: a loud voice; a pair of small eyes flashing in a big flat sallow face; she walks with her hands in her pockets, with a lazy look; A slender cigar was in her mouth; she dressed herself as masculinely as possible. What do I look like in such fancy clothes?She said, if you were as fat as me, you would only want to dress comfortably.

She wore a tweed suit and big leather boots, and wherever possible she went without a hat.But she is as strong as a bull, and once threatened that there are not many men who can hit the ball farther than her.Although her name was Francis, she liked being called Frank.The reason why the three of them stick together depends on her cheerful personality and skillful and smooth way of dealing with the world.They drank mineral water together; took mineral baths together; walked together; ran around on the tennis court together under the guidance of professionals;Nothing can affect their fullness except the scale.As long as one of them weighs the same one day as the day before, neither Frank with his crude jokes, nor Beatrice with his honesty, nor Arrow with his shyness will be enough to dispel the cloud.At this time, severe measures had to be taken: the prisoner had to stay in bed for twenty-four hours, and not drink anything on his mouth except the doctor's first-class vegetable soup, which tasted like plain water after washing cabbage.

These three are the best women in the world.If it wasn't for playing bridge with three missing and one missing, the three of them would definitely ask for it.They were fond of bridge, and would sit at the bridge table as soon as the day's treatment was over.Don't look at Erluo's Jiao Didi, she plays the best cards among the three, the most ruthless, the most beautiful, she is not soft, she is not forgiving, and she will never let the opponent's mistakes go.Beatrice, on the other hand, played steadily.Frank is a hero, a bridge theorist, and he quotes classics when he speaks.They had argued for a long time about the rules for calling.You hit me with Culberson, I fight you with Sims.Listening to their conversation, I have never met anyone who did not say that she has a basket of truths when playing a card; but if you listen to it again, it is not difficult to hear that even if she does not play that card, she can also list a basket of truths.If it weren't for the constant anguish of not being able to find a worthy poker partner, life would be pretty good, even if the doctor's hapless (Beatrice), damned (Frank), obnoxious (Arrow) scale declared : Their weight has not been reduced in two or three days, so they must only drink his broken soup within 24 hours.

Because of this, Frank invited Lena.Fitz came to Antibes to live with them.That is what this story is about.They were to stay there for a few weeks, as Frank proposed.Originally, Beatrice had just received treatment, and she could lose twenty pounds, but she couldn't hold back her mouth, which made her regain her old weight.It seemed incredible to Frank.She felt Beatrice was weak-willed and needed a strong-willed person to oversee her diet.So she proposed to go to Antibes after Carlsbad, and find a house there to live in, and then let everyone practice swimming enough to lose weight, which everyone knew, and if possible, continue the treatment.At that time, I will have my own chef, so at least I don’t have to eat those things that are obviously fattening.In this way, there is no reason for everyone not to lose a few extra pounds.Beatrice knew what was best for her, and she could resist temptation as long as it wasn't in her sights.What's more, she likes to gamble, and she goes to the casino to gamble three or two times a week, and such days are also very happy.Herrault was very fond of Antibes, and she would be in good spirits after a month at Carlsbad.There, she could pick an Italian guy, or an enthusiastic Spanish guy, or a courteous French guy, or a long-armed, long-legged British guy who hung around all day in swimming trunks and bright bathrobes It's not impossible.The plan is going well.Everyone had a great time.Everyone eats nothing but boiled eggs and raw tomatoes two days a week, and they still lose weight easily every morning.As a result, Arrow was reduced to eleven stone [note: one stone ∥ fourteen pounds. ], I feel like a little girl.Beatrice and Frank just avoided the thirteen-stone barrier by relying on a certain way of standing.Although the scales they bought were measured in kilograms, they were so clever that they could convert kilograms into pounds and ounces in the blink of an eye.

But the problem of missing one of three bridge cards is always a difficult problem.This one looks like a fool, that one is too slow to make people anxious; one is quarrelsome, another can't afford to lose, and another is almost like a liar.It's so hard to find a suitable poker partner, it's really inexplicable. One morning, everyone was sitting on the balcony in their pajamas, watching the sea, drinking tea (no milk or sugar), and eating the bread that Dr. Hudbert specially made for them and guaranteed not to gain weight Dry.At this moment, Frank dropped the letter in his hand and looked up.

Lena.Fitz was going to the Riviera. 】coming.she said. who is she?Arrow asked. It's my cousin's wife.My cousin died two months ago and she is recovering from a nervous breakdown.How about having her come here for two weeks? Does she play bridge?Beatrice asked. Don't worry, she'll hit, Frank said in her low voice, and she's doing well.We don't need to find outsiders anymore. How old is she?Arrow asked. same as me. It looks good. And so it settled down.Frank, who has always been decisive in his work, strutted out to send a telegram as soon as he finished his breakfast.Three days later, Lena.Fitz arrived.Frank went to the train station to meet her.She was wearing a black mourning dress, but it wasn't very eye-catching.Frank hadn't seen her for two years.She first gave her a passionate kiss, and then looked at her carefully.

You are so skinny, honey!she said. Lena mustered up her courage and smiled. I've been working a lot lately, and I've lost a lot of weight. Frank sighed, but it was unclear whether it was out of envy or regret for his cousin's death. Having said that, Lina's mood was not extremely low.She took a quick shower, Frank was going to Eden Rock, and she followed without saying a word.Frank introduced the guests to her two friends, and they all sat down at a restaurant called the Monkey House.This is a place surrounded by glass to see the sea, and there is a bar behind.There was a lot of people in the room, and the room was full of people drinking, some in bathing suits, some in pajamas, and some in bathrobes.Beatrice was kind-hearted, and was very sad to see the lonely widow.And Arrow, seeing her pale face, ordinary appearance, and about forty-eight, liked her immediately.At this time, a waiter came forward.

What would you like, dear Lena?Frank asked. Oh, I don't know, I want what you want, a martini without sweetness or white wine. Arrow and Beatrice glanced at her.Everyone knows that cocktails are the most fattening. I think you are tired from walking so far.Frank said softly. She ordered an unsweetened martini for Lena and a lemon-orange juice for herself and two friends. We don't think drinking on a hot day is good.she explained. Hey, that doesn't bother me at all, Lena puts it lightly, I like cocktails. Arrow's rouged face was a little pale (she and Beatrice never wet their faces in the shower, and they thought it was ridiculous for a woman of Frank's stature to say she liked diving), but she said nothing .The four of them happily and casually pulled some furry things, and after a while, everyone walked back to the villa for lunch. Each had two small diet rusks on their napkins.Lina put them next to the dinner plate with a wide smile. can i have some breadshe asked. Even if the harsh words fell into the ears of these three women, they would not be more shocked than they are now.They hadn't eaten bread for ten years, and even the greedy Beatrice didn't dare to go one step further.The hospitable Frank recovered first. Of course you can, my dear.After speaking, he turned to the butler and ordered some bread. Some more butter.Lina said in her melodious voice. The room fell silent, embarrassingly quiet. I don't know if there are any in the house, Frank said, I'll go and see.Maybe there will be one in the kitchen. I love bread and butter, don't you?Lena turned to Beatrice and said. Beatrice smiled wryly and avoided answering.The butler brought a long loaf of crispy French bread.Lena split it in half and smeared it with the conjuring butter.Then, a plate of grilled plaice was served. We eat very lightly here, said Frank, I hope you don't mind. Oh, that won't be.I like it plain, said Lena, spreading butter over the fish, and as long as there's bread and butter and potatoes and cream, I'm happy. The three exchanged glances.Frank's big sallow face sank a little, and he only looked at the bland and dry flatfish on his plate with resentment.In the end, it was Beatrice who broke the deadlock. What a bummer, we can't get cream here, she said, and this is one of the many things you have to make do in the Riviera. it's a pity.Lena said. Then came lamb chops with all the fat removed so that Petris would not go astray, boiled spinach, and pear stew to finish.Lina took a bite of the pear, and then glanced at the butler questioningly. The butler, who was good at observing words and expressions, immediately understood what she meant; he didn't care that he had never served sugar on this table, so he handed it to her without hesitation. A jar of sugar.She ate a lot on her own, and the other three just pretended not to see it.When coffee was served, Lena put three sugar cubes in her cup. Do you like sweets very much?Arrow said kindly. We think saccharin is much sweeter than sugar.Frank said as he put a little in his coffee. I don't like that stuff.Lena said. Beatrice pursed her lips and cast a salivating glance at the lumps of sugar. Beatrice!Frank gave a stern cry. Beatrice swallowed and reached for the saccharine. Frank was relieved when everyone was seated at the bridge table.She knew very well that Arrow and Beatrice were unhappy.In her heart she hoped that they both liked Lena, and at the same time she hoped that Lena would spend these two weeks happily with them.In the first hand Arrow called the newcomer. Are you playing Vanderbilt, or are you playing Culberson?she asked her. I don't have rules in my game, Lena said freely, just my own inspiration. I played exactly the Culberson method.Arrow said sharply. The three fat women took up positions to fight.She really has no rules in playing cards!You must teach her a lesson.Once at the bridge table Frank was estranged, and she, like the others, was bent on teaching the newcomer a lesson.But Lena, who plays cards with inspiration, is very good at it.She was a natural bridge player, experienced, resourceful, quick and hard, and confident.The other three were also very skilled, so they immediately noticed that Lina seemed to know what cards her opponent was going to play.But because of their extremely easy-going and magnanimous relationship, slowly, the anger subsided.This was real bridge, and everybody had a good time.Arrow and Beatrice start to feel better and better about Lena, to Frank's relief.Success is in sight. After two hours, everyone broke up.Frank and Beatrice went to play golf, and Arrow went for a brisk walk with a new and handsome young man, Prince Rocamier.Lena said she was going to take a break. When it was almost time for dinner, we met again. How are you, Lena dear, Frank said, sorry to have left you so long without anyone to play with. Cough, what's so embarrassing about that.After a good night's sleep I went to Juan's for a cocktail.you know what i foundSay it and don't spoil you.I found a small tea shop, small and exquisite, and the butter sold there was big, fresh and beautiful.I asked them to bring me half a pint every day.It can be regarded as a little thought for our family. I saw that her eyes were shining, and it was self-evident that she was waiting to see how happy they were. That's very kind of you, Frank said, and she could see that she was trying to take the anger out of the faces of the other two friends.But we never eat cream.Eating butter in this weather can make people angry. Then I have to finish it alone.Lina said happily. Don't you think about your body?Arrow spoke slowly and sharply. The doctor said I can't eat it. Did he say you must have butter, bread, potatoes and cream? Yeah, I think that's what you mean when you say eat simple. If this continues, you will become a fat woman!Beatrice said. Lena laughed out loud. No, not at all.You know, I don't get fat from anything I eat.I always eat whatever I want, and it doesn't affect me at all. After that, everyone remained silent until the butler came in, breaking the indifferent atmosphere. Ladies can eat.he said. At night, after Lena went to bed, the conversations took place in Frank's room.In the evening, they are still in high spirits, and if you play tricks on me and I play tricks on you, even the sharpest-eyed people will be deceived by them into thinking that they are quite friendly.But for the moment, each has taken off his mask; Beatrice is sullen, Arrow is resentful, and Frank has lost his confidence. Let me sit next to her and watch her eat my favorite food, I feel really uncomfortable.Beatrice said sadly. This is not good for anyone.Frank responded immediately. You shouldn't have let her come in the first place.Arrow said. How do I know?cried Frank. I always thought she wouldn't eat so much if she really liked her husband, said Beatrice, who had been buried only two months.I mean, I think there's got to be a little nostalgia for the dead. Why can't she eat what we eat and what does she eat?Arrow said grimly that she was still a guest. Hey, you heard what she said.The doctor said she couldn't do without it. Let her go to a nursing home then. It's unbearable, Frank.Beatrice groaned. If I can bear it, you can too. She's your cousin, not ours, Arrow said, and I ain't going to stay here fourteen days and watch this woman gobble up. It's too vulgar to take food so seriously, Frank said loudly, his voice deeper than before.After all, only the spirit is truly valuable. Are you calling me tacky, Frank?Arrow blinked and said. No, she certainly didn't mean that.Beatrice chimed in. I can't believe you haven't thought about it: sneaking into the kitchen for a sneaky meal while we're all asleep. Frank jumped to his feet. How dare you say such things, Arrow!I will never let others do what I can't do myself.Don't you know me all these years, do you think I would do such a vile thing? So why can't you lose weight? Tears flowed down the frantic Frank. How harsh that is!I've lost tons of pounds. Frank cried like a child.I saw that huge body shaking, and big teardrops dripped down on the huge chest. Honey, I don't mean that.Arrow cried. She fell to her knees with a plop, and stretched out her round arms to hug Frank tightly.As she cried, the oil from her eyelashes ran down her cheeks. Are you saying I don't look thinner at all?Frank whimpered, I have worked so hard, and everything is for nothing? No, dear, of course you look thinner, Arrow said tearfully, and everyone could see that. Although Beatrix was naturally short-tempered, she also began to cry softly.This is very touching.To be honest, anyone who sees the fearless Frank crying to death will be moved by him, otherwise his heart must be made of iron.It didn't take long, however, for everyone to wipe away their tears, drink some brandy and water (every doctor told them it was the least fattening drink they could drink), and feel much better.It was agreed that Lena should be made to follow her doctor's orders to eat nutritious food; at the same time they resolved not to allow themselves to be influenced by her diet.Lina was undoubtedly a first-rate bridge player, and besides, she was only staying for two weeks, and everything was to be done to make her stay as pleasant as possible.Before the three broke up, everyone gave each other a warm goodbye kiss, feeling surprisingly comfortable.It seems that nothing can affect the wonderful friendship that once brought infinite joy to the lives of three people. But human nature is fragile, and you can never ask too much.While Lena ate hot macaroni and cheese, they ate dry grilled fish; while Lena ate foie gras, they ate grilled lamb chops and boiled spinach; They ate hard-boiled eggs and raw tomatoes while a variety of sweet potatoes was served.The cooks are skilled and serve dishes at every opportunity, and each dish is richer, more delicious and juicy than the last. Poor Jim, Lena sighed, thinking of her late husband, who had been fond of French food. The butler confided to them that he knew how to make several cocktails; Lena told them that the doctor had advised her to have Burgundy for lunch and champagne for dinner.The three fat women stand firm and will not be seduced.Although Beatrice had grown listless and forlorn, Arrow's soft blue eyes were icy cold, and Frank's deep voice was getting hoarse, they were still doing their homework and laughing (a gift for a woman's affectation).It was only when playing cards that the tension of swords was revealed.In the past, they played cards and liked to chat, and the atmosphere was harmonious.Now he speaks unknowingly and unkindly, and sometimes some people point out the mistakes of others honestly and bluntly.Discussions became arguments and arguments became quarrels.Sometimes after a round, everyone would not say a word, each holding back their anger.Once, Frank said Arrow was trying to tear her down on purpose.Two or three times, Beatrice, the weakest of the three, burst into tears.Another time, Arrow threw the cards away in a fit of anger and rushed out.The temper of the three became more and more bad.Lina was caught between them and became a peacemaker. I don't think it's worth arguing over the card game, she said, after all, it's just for fun. She is doing well.After eating, I drank half a bottle of champagne.It didn't matter, she was also very lucky, and won all their money.Their scores for each card game are recorded in a notebook, and her points are getting higher and higher day by day, showing a steady upward trend.Is it really so unfair?The three of them began to hate each other.Even though they hated her too, they couldn't help but confide in her.Everyone went to her and told her how disgusting other people were.Arrow said that her company of women much older than herself must have done her no good, and that she might as well have sacrificed her share of the rent to spend the rest of the summer in Venice.Frank said that her own mind was so masculine that it was delusional that she would be satisfied with the behavior of sloppy people like Arrow and utterly stupid people like Beatrix. How can I talk to people who are not good enough, she said, if you have a smart head like mine, you must want to be with smart people too. Beatrice just wanted to be quiet. To be honest, I really hate women, she said, women are very unreliable and vicious. By the time Lena's two weeks were almost over, the three fat women were almost alone.When Lina was there, she pretended to be kind, but when she turned around, she showed her true colors.They have greatly surpassed the stage of quarreling, and simply pretend that the other party does not exist, and if this fails, they will socialize coldly. Lena was going to stay with friends on the Italian Riviera for a while, and Frank was there to see her off.Lena took the same train she had come here, and took with her the large sum of money they had lost to her. I really don't know how to thank you, she said as she walked into the carriage, it was such a fun trip. If compared with any man, there is one thing called Frank.Hickson was even more proud that she was a gentleman.She answered with grace and courtesy. We are all delighted by your presence, she said, and it is a great honor for us. But when the train drove away, she turned around and exhaled so much that even the platform under her feet seemed to vibrate.She jerked her huge shoulders back and strode towards the villa. call!She panted every few steps, hoo! When she got home, she changed into a bathing suit, put on flat sandals and men's pajamas (no one gossips), and walked towards Eden Rock.It's not time for lunch yet, and there's still time for a swim.As she passed the monkey house, she looked around to see if she knew anyone she could say hello to.Because she suddenly found it necessary to get along with people.At this time, she was stunned.She couldn't believe her eyes.It turned out that Beatrice was sitting there by herself.I saw her wearing the pajamas she bought at Molinas a day or two ago, and a string of pearls around her neck.Frank had sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that her hair had just been permed and that her face, eyes and lips were all made up.Although she is not fat, she is super fat, but no one can deny that she is a beautiful woman.But what is she doing?Frank walked up to Beatrix with his typical Neanderthal slouchy gait.In his black bathing suit, Frank looked like a manatee captured by the Japanese in the Torres Strait. Beatrice, what are you doing?she yelled in a low voice. Her yell was like a billowing thunder coming from a distant mountain.Beatrice looked at her coldly. I am eating.she replied. Damn, I know you're eating. In front of Beatrice stood a tray of croissants, a tray of butter, a jar of strawberry jam, a pot of coffee and a jar of cream.I saw that she spread a thick layer of butter on the hot and fragrant bread, then spread jam on it, and then poured thick cream on top. You will destroy yourself by doing this.Frank said. I don't care.Beatrice muttered with her mouth full of bread. You will gain weight. To hell! She was actually laughing at Frank to his face.Omg how delicious these breads are! You really let me down, Beatrice.I thought you had a stronger character. it was all your fault.That damned woman, you should have sent her away long ago.For two full weeks, I watched her gobble up like a pig, who can bear it.Even if my stomach is broken this time, I will have a good meal first. Frank had tears in his eyes.She suddenly felt very weak and feminine, wishing that a strong man would hold her on his lap, caress her, hug her, and call her baby name.She slumped down on a chair next to Beatrice without saying a word.A waiter came forward.She waved pitifully at the coffee and croissant. I would like a copy like this.she said helplessly. When she feebly reached for the bread, Beatrice snatched the plate away. No, don't take mine, she said, wait to eat your own. Frank scolded her with a word rarely used among intimate women.At this moment, the waiter brought her croissants, butter, jam and coffee. Where is the cream?You idiot!she growled like a cornered lioness. She began to eat desperately.By this time the bathers, having done what the sun and sea had given them, came in for a cocktail or two, and the house began to fill up.Not long after, Eero came with Prince Rocamel.She wore a beautiful silk shawl, which she pulled tightly around her body with one hand to try to look as slim as possible, and held her head back so that he wouldn't see her double chin.With a hearty laugh, she felt as young as a girl.The prince had just told her in Italian that her eyes were so beautiful that the blue Mediterranean was like pea soup compared to her eyes.The prince bid farewell for a while, and went into the bathroom to comb his black oily hair.They made an appointment to meet again in five minutes and go for a drink together.Arrow then continued on in the direction of the ladies' room.She planned to add a little more rouge to her cheeks and a little more lipstick to her lips.On the way, she caught sight of Frank and Beatrice.She stopped.She couldn't believe her eyes. God!She cried, you two beasts, pigs.She grabbed a chair with one hand and called out, waiter. She had completely forgotten about the appointment.In the blink of an eye, the waiter had come to her side. Serve me whatever these two ladies eat.she ordered. Frank, who was eating with her head down, raised her big, heavy head. Bring me some foie gras.she growled. Frank!cried Beatrice. shut up. good.I want some too. Coffee, hot bread, butter and foie gras were served together.So everyone took their places.Everyone spread the cream on the foie gras and ate it.One by one, they devoured spoonfuls of jam and squeaked to their heart's content on the crispy and delicious bread.So, where is the love in Arrow's heart?Let the prince guard his Roman palace and Apennine castle by himself.Everyone didn't talk, the thing in front of them was more important than anything else, and they just ate it vigorously, happily, and with a serious face. I haven't had a potato in twenty-five years.said Frank, as if after some reverie. The waiter, cried Beatrice, fetching a three-man fried potato. yes ma'am. Potatoes arrived.It's really not as fragrant as Arabic spices.Everyone simply stretched out their hands to grab and eat. Get me a martini without sweetener.Arrow said. You can't have a martini with your meal, Arrow.Frank said. cannot?Just wait and see. Well.Give me a double unsweetened martini.Frank said. Get three double unsweetened martinis.Beatrice said. When the wine was served, it was drank in one gulp.The three women looked at each other first, then sighed.The misunderstandings of the past two weeks have been resolved, and sincere love has surged in everyone's chest.Everyone couldn't believe that they wanted to cut off such a genuine friendship.Everyone cleaned up the potatoes. Didn't know if they still had the chocolaty creme fraiche.Beatrice said. of course. Yes, that goes without saying.I saw Frank grab one whole, stuff it into his big mouth, swallow it in one gulp, and grab another one.But before eating, she looked at the other two, and a sword of vengeance pierced the heart of the wicked Lina. Call it what you will, but the truth is she's really bad at bridge. Terrible.Arrow agreed. But Beatrix suddenly felt like wanting a meringue pie. (End of the book)