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you like to go out and pig out
at our favorite buffet tonight?”
    “Not funny.”
    “I thought it was. Okay, you win. I’ll settle for
seeing Heather after hours.”
    “What about Thelma Lou?”
    “Okay, I’ll see one of them on the days we don’t have
to solve someone’s murder, and the other one at night. How’s that?”
    The silence on my end told Lou that I was serious
about losing weight, and then going after Heather, who was almost one hundred
years my junior.
    “Cy, this is a big moment. I’ll tell you how big. Why
don’t I come over to your place?”
    “Could you wait a while? Heather’s on her way over
now.”
    “In your dreams. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.
I’ll become your trainer and make a new man out of you.”
    I hung up, quite surprised. Lou never backed his red,
1957 Chevy out of driveway for anything other than an emergency or a double
date. He preferred riding shotgun, unless we were taking Betty and Thelma Lou
out to eat. Thelma Lou was his love interest and had been for a while. Betty
and I were merely company for each other. I was still in love with my Eunice,
who died of cancer many years ago, and Betty still loved Hugh, who died a few
years ago.
     
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    Lou came popping in ten minutes later, a smile all
over his face.
    “So, Cy, let me show you how to make a Mii.”
    “I already have a Mii.”
    “I mean your likeness for the Wii.”
    “I mean that, too.”
    “I should’ve known. There’s no way you could hook this
up yourself, so whoever hooked it up for you showed you how to use it, and
created a Mii for you.”
    “You think you’re so smart.”
    “So, who did it, Mark, your yard boy?”
    “How’d you know it was Mark?”
    “Well, I didn’t think you’d invite your next-door
neighbor over, and surely you wouldn’t let anyone else on the force know you
bought a Wii. And you don’t know anyone else.”
    “What about the people at church?”
    “You wouldn’t know which one to ask. Say, Cy, when did
you get a computer?”
    “I’ve had that a while. I can Google, too.”
    “What’s Google?”
    “Lou, you teach me about Wiiing and I’ll teach you how
to use a computer. You need to buy one, you know. It’s time for you to come out
of the dark ages.”
    I showed Lou my plan of attack, what I planned to eat.
He thought it looked better than the stuff he was eating, but since he’d lost
almost fifty pounds, he wasn’t sure whether to change or not.
    After we discussed food for a while, Lou and I Wiied.
Old Smart Aleck twisted and turned, stepped on and stepped off my board for
twenty minutes. I could do only ten minutes. Of course Lou needed to create a
Mii before he started. After a while we ordered pizza, a thin-crust veggie one,
and both of us ate only two pieces. I wasn’t sure how Rosie would react the
next morning when Lou and I showed up at the Blue Moon and I ordered two eggs,
two pieces of bacon, broccoli, and a medium-size green apple. At least the Blue
Moon wouldn’t continue to be a temptation. The next day, Friday, would be the
last day the Blue Moon would be open for a while, and maybe the last time
period. We’d eat breakfast there, linger a while, and then Lou and I would head
to the grocery. It would be hard learning how to cook. I usually ate out or
opened a package or a can of something. I assumed I would curtail eating out,
and packaged and canned foods were some of the biggest no-noes on my new menu
plan.
     
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    I went to the grocery after we left the Blue Moon. Lou
helped me, so I managed to find everything in a little over four hours. We
unloaded my purchases into the refrigerator and my pantry. I was tired, so we
went out for lunch and dinner. I’d already decided that it would be easier to
begin my new diet with breakfast.
    The next morning, I opted for a couple of hardboiled
eggs, two pieces of bacon, a cup of broccoli, and a pear. I thought I could
figure out how to prepare the pear. I even had an idea on the