Ellie was at a loss. In truth, the whole situation was utterly absurd. She had always been able to pick up on other people’s thoughts, but no one had ever heard her thoughts in return. She watched in a surreal daze while Ophelia opened her ancient microwave, and punched in the numbers. Then the girl stared impatiently while the noodles warmed up.
“Are you always hungry after you…you know after your change?” Ellie asked hesitantly.
“Do you ever go for a run or workout, and get really hungry afterward?”
“Yes,” said Ellie. She knew that feeling.
“It’s like that, but a billion times worse.” The timer went off, and Ophelia removed the steaming noodles. “Too hot,” she groaned. Her bottom lip protruded in an adorable pout. “This is taking forever.”
“I haven’t had dinner yet,” Ellie said thoughtfully. “Why don’t I order us a pizza? I’ll even make it a large since you’re so hungry.”
Ophelia’s eyes grew wide. “I love pizza. I had it one time when we were traveling. I had the one with pepperoni. It was delicious.”
“Pizza it is then,” smiled Ellie. While Ophelia polished off the lo-mein, Ellie ordered them a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese.
When Ophelia finished the takeout, she stood in the kitchen, holding the empty container with a look of deep regret in her eyes.
“You can watch the television until the pizza arrives,” suggested Ellie.
Ophelia smiled brightly, placed the empty container on the counter, and headed into the living room. Once there, she walked up to the television and switched it on. After that, she moved to the sofa, and plopped down, the jacket gaping open obscenely.
Ellie threw the trash away and followed Ophelia into the living room. Soon, she realized she was going to do nothing but stare at the creamy breast that was peeking out of the jacket if she didn’t do something about it. She wandered into her room and returned moments later with an oversized men’s t-shirt.
Ellie tossed the shirt to Ophelia. “This will probably fit you better than that jacket you’re wearing. It belonged to an old boyfriend of mine, but it is way too big for me. Here, why don’t you try it on? I’m sorry your clothes were burned when the van exploded.”
With great effort, Ellie focused on the television screen while the girl stripped and replaced the jacket with her oversized shirt. She stared desperately at the infomercial for a salad slicer.
“Do you have one of those,” asked Ophelia innocently.
It took a moment for Ellie to realize that she was referring to the commercial. “I don’t eat at home enough to warrant something like that. Just a glorified food processor if you ask me.” Ellie looked up, her eyes couldn’t help drifting over Ophelia’s neckline where the collar hung a little too low. One side slid insolently off her shoulder. Curvy thighs peeked out from under the hem of the shirt. Far more of Ophelia’s sensual legs were visible than Ellie was strictly comfortable with.
There was a knock at the door and Ellie jumped, startled by the sudden interruption. She rose hastily and opened the door a crack. Outside, the pizza delivery boy stood expectantly.
“You ordered a large pepperoni pizza,” he asked.