“Would you like some icecream?” asked Lauren on her way out to buy some staples for the house. “No,” I replied after a moment’s hesitation. “Strawberry?” she grinned. “No,” I pleaded feebly. She returned with the smallest tub of strawberry icecream she could find. “You want me fat and ugly, don’t you?” I laughed. “Yup,” she grinned cheerfully. She is leaving for Los Angeles the day after tomorrow.