Miss Rye-Veta: Hi! You must be the new girl. Bulemia, isn't it?
Anorexia: No, Anorexia.
Miss Rye-Veta: That sounds difficult to say. I'll have to write it down.
Anorexia: Oh, call me Rexie then.
Miss Rye-Veta: O.k. I'm Gillian by the way, tho my full title's Miss Rye-Veta. I was last issue's
slimmer of the season. Has my fame spread to England do you know?
Anorexia: I don't know, but it is now greatly admired by myself I might add.
Miss Rye-Veta: I'm no Kate Middleton, I know, but I do try my best.
Anorexia: You'd be royalty in my circles.
Miss Rye-Veta: You'll have to give me some of your tips. You're so deathly thin.
Anorexia: I don't know that I have exactly a manifesto.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, well I'd vote for whatever you stood for. You'll have to come down for
non-dinner some time. We have large spacious gaps between meals and we find talking does
burn the calories so.
Anorexia: Sounds yummy.
Miss Rye-Veta: Come round at about eight then and we'll not eat for hours.
Anorexia: Thanks, you're really spoiling me.