Readmission looms. In a week when we are supposed to step things up, L loses weight. The problem is her absence, at college, at work and at The Boyfriend’s house. At home, we make her eat. We can’t stop her going to work (yet) or to college (yet) or going to The Boyfriend’s (yet). I extract The Boyfriend’s Mother’s number from her. By, y’know, threatening to go round there, but whatever it takes. I text her telling her the situation. She phones me almost immediately.
I am still floored by Ed’s imperative to make her lie. She tells me what she eats at The Boyfriends house; it turns out she never touches carbohydrates. She tells me she and TBM have had a lovely chat about it; they’ve never discussed it. TBM talks about how lovely L is, about how many times she has been worried by her insistence on eating salads and how worried The Boyfriend is. He sees her getting so thin and her anxiety at eating and his heart aches for her. This is their first love and it is so perfect, but so sad too. We agree to meet and it feels as if we are plotting against the conspiracies and secrecies of Ed, drawing him out of the shadows and pulling L into the light,