Peter didn’t know what she meant. She saw his confusion, and smiled a
malevolent smile that carried and revealed pain. She raised her arms to him. The 
images of the holos at her house flashed into his mind. "When I was a girl I
starved myself. Anorexia. Anorexia nervosa, for the pros." Peter tried to keep
his memory of the holos from showing on his face. "I was a control freak with
the stamina of a teenager. Ever hear of it?"