They piled high out of the chrome bin. The white disks smeared with her weeks’ contents. A very full week, by the looks of it. The MSG from China Doll dolloped on one plate, some gravy smeared mashed potatoes from Boston Market caked on another and, Friday’s udon noodle combo from Fuji San was still fresh on the last.

“You ate all this?” The boy she had just picked up asked as he continued to stare at the sink.

“Oh, totally forgot about that. I think those noodles are still good if you want” She said as she continued to the bedroom

He turned from the sink to see her cellulite ass coming out of her twill shorts, and couldn’t help but imagine pale potstickers where her left buttock squeezed out. Two croissants hugging her love handles that slipped from beneath her pink tank top.

An electric-shock-like wave of repulsion radiated from his stomach to his kneecaps as he followed the trail of clothes she had left for him. He followed, like she was Gretel and he was her Hansel, following to to be consumed.