An anorexic hippie stayed the weekend. Not even sure whose friend she was. We made popcorn and she insisted on putting soy sauce on hers, said it’s the only condiment she ever used. (She had a better word than condiment, but I’ve forgotten it.) Gar said he only ever put fresh lard on his popcorn, and went to the farm down the street to get some. She’d fled the room before he got back. I just ate plain popcorn—couldn’t top that.