Paola helped Beatrice out of her scooter and onto the couch. She was exhausted, but happy. She was a bariatric surgery candidate and was months ahead of schedule. The doctor wanted her to be at 470 during her weigh in, but she had already reached 455 lbs. She only needed to lose 5 more lbs. before she was considered eligible. And Uncle Sam was going to pay for it. Just like he paid for the two-bedroom project apartment she lived in, the motorized scooter she got around in, and the handicapped van that auto loaded her scooter. She vowed that one day she would get off this assistance and become rich selling her pies. She already had plenty of customers in building 1 which is where she lived.
"Ummm, hello! Excuse me! Earth to Beatrice. Do you want me to make you a salad?"
Beatrice looked at him with attitude! "Say my name right! it is not bee-uh-tris. It is pronounced Be-at-tris. I'm getting tired of telling you!"
Paolo was tired too. Her doctor was two hours away. It had been a long fucking day.
You need to cut that bougie shit out! Now, do you want me to make you a fucking salad or not!"
"Fuck you Paolo! she responded. "No, I don't want a salad. I want to celebrate. Run down to Nicky's and get us some bones and cornbread. I want greens and Mac and Cheese. And don't forget the extra sauce this time!"
Paolo knew she shouldn't be eating that, but he had to admit some bones would be good right now. Taking his hesitance for not having the cash, Beatrice told him to get some cash from the pie fund. Paolo was a low-rate drug dealer at Shag Hill Towers. The premier, decrepit, two tower project. After he got his cut, he was barely clearing minimum wage. He spent his nights on the 25th floor with Beatrice, and when she kicked him out, he went up to the 29th floor and stayed with his mom.
He grabbed some cash from the jar and left to go to Nicky's for the ribs. The only thing worse than making Beatrice angry, was making her angry while she was hungry.
After he left, Beatrice slid into her scooter and headed to the bathroom. She slid the shower door open and slid onto the shower seat that Uncle Sam had installed for her. She didn't like to eat while she was dirty, and she felt dirty after that road trip.
By the time Paolo came back, Beatrice was back on the couch wearing a black bra and he assumed black panties. Her rolls left that a guessing game as they hid any clues she might have them on.
Paolo was only 5'8. Two inches shorter than Beatrice. Soaking wet he weighed all of 145 lbs. When he first started dating Beatrice, she was just over 620. More than four times his weight.
