“I dump the box in the foyer and walk over to the kitchen to fix myself a nutritious meal consisting of six slices of pizza and shove them into the microwave. While I wait for them to heat, I gulp down an entire carton of orange juice. It's crazy how quickly things change. When I moved here less than two weeks ago, everything in the fridge was so small and cute and mini.

Small cottage cheese. Tiny boutique personal bottles of juices. Individual cheese strings. Then I arrived. Melody got her Costco card two days later when she realized I'd eat the fucking counter if no one stopped me. Now everything here come in bulk. There's enough meat in the freezer to reassemble an entire farm.

I lean a hip against the counter and hoover the pizza slices. That's my afternoon snack sorted. I wonder what Melody has in store for dinner.”