Double Hips

Sharon's sister calls the fat on her thighs "Armageddon fat."

"You see that?" she yells to the mirror, slapping her leg lustily. "When the end times come and we're all living in caves, this is what's keeping me alive. This! I'll outlast everyone!"

I have Armageddon fat too, but I see it a little differently. It's just a small patch on my right leg -- clearly built-in padding for my gun or dagger or crossbow. The left, of course, has no fat because that would interfere with the free movement of my sword.

Egad

Val: Why does anyone study history? I mean, I'm glad they do, I'm sure it's very useful, but it's so boring. History and art. I wish I'd never had to bother.

Romie: (stares, aghast)

Val: Don't act like you didn't know I felt this way. You've known this our whole friendship. You simply repress a lot of things so that you can continue to live with me, just as I ignore your. . .

Romie: You can stop right there, thank you.