There was nothing that Antony could do. His wife made sure that there was never anything that he could secretly eat at night. She had put him on a diet: a diet that besides fat also burned his life spirit. In recent weeks, the only food in the house Rosie had allowed were the ingredients for her minimalist evening meals, which only function it seemed was to show what their plates looked like again.
The underlying reason for this diet was the wedding of Antony's sister Betty, which took place today. Rosie and Betty had a common hobby that they exercised regularly: hate each other for no apparent reason. It was hard for Antony that his sister and his wife could not get along with each other, which made him spent much of his life energy to nuance  childish comments, trivialize mean glances and control squabbles over issues like meeting times and sauces.


Rosie wanted to do everything possible to ensure that they would look nicer on betty's wedding than the bride herself. "She's might be getting married but that does not mean that they have to be the most beautiful people at the wedding?" She had explained last week when Antony asked her why she had a bouquet of cat hair on her face.

Antony also had to look at his best at the wedding, and therefore diet. There was little he could do against Rosie. He had learned long ago that he never again would loudly questioning her motives. Last week she had caught him in the village with a bag of crisps. Antony had told her he held the bag for a friend. Rosie had then made it clear to him that if he did not stick to his diet, possibly some pieces of his beloved model airplanes could disappear in the hose of their vacuum cleaner.

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The thought of a bag of crisps made his stomach angrier than ever. Antony sighed. He hated today. His sister was getting married, but rather than looking forward to a festive day he would get hungry. There would be no time to slip away just because he had all day to make sure his wife  would not make his sisters life sour because she had long since made a start with that.

Antony had noticed Rosie on the telephone ordering the wedding cake. That was actually his job, and he was overjoyed Rosie finally left behind her resentment for his little sister. The idea that the relationship between the two most important women in his life would possibly develop into more than the passive-aggressive pseudo tolerance that it was now - and that was already being optimistic about it - filled his heart with a feeling that normally only a bag of crisps could give him.

"The wedding is Friday. Can you deliver it as early as possible on Friday morning ?, Rosie asked. Meanwhile she looked at her reflection in the microwave door and adjusted one of the sardines on her cheek. "a layered one, just like in your shop window. Eh, I do not know, wait a minute. "She turned to Antony. "What is betty's favorite cake?"

"Chocolate," Antony said.

"Chocolate," Rosie repeated into the phone. "And what was she  allergic of again, Antony?" She asked.

"Gluten," Antony replied, almost touched his wife even took into account the allergies of his sister. if betty ate gluten, her eyelids would turn inside out, her tongue swelled up to a heavy piece of meat and her face would become  a color that God usually exclusively used for the aurora borealis.

A creepy little smile slowly started to appear on Rosie's face. "And grate a lot of gluten through it please, or however that works. Add as much gluten as possible. "
Antony felt his newborn hope for the relationship between his wife and sister's got beaten in the face.
He knew he had to get rid of Rosies gluten armed order as soon as it got delivered on Friday morning.

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