Fat

Chandler's brother Andrew was four years younger than him, but was bigger.  And that was an understatement.  It wasn't that Chandler was small, by any means.  In fact, Chandler was enormous.  Not big, not large, not stout, not big boned, but fat, Orca fat.  And Andrew was fatter.

A thought occurred to Chandler one evening during second dinner.  Chandler's father had just finished off a second game hen and was reaching for a third serving of potatoes. Chandler felt full, but following his father's example, waited a few minutes before taking another serving.  He stopped in mid-bite and looked at his plate.  He looked up at the rest of his family, all fully immersed in this 7:00 pm dinner.  "Good Lord," he thought to himself, "the four of us easily weigh in at a cumulative 1300 lbs." He took a deep breath and sat down his fork.  Chandler never looked back.

Six months later and 100 lbs. less, Chandler ate his salad and fruit cup, while his family continued to gorge.   Chandler had been reading of a new health group, the Breath-airians, and found himself intrigued.  "All of this eating is just too much," he said to Andrew one evening.  Andrew, weighing in at 280 lbs. and still growing munched on a box of doughnuts and looked upon his brother with pity in his eyes.  "I don't know what has come over you, Chandler," he said.  "You used to love food.  Now look at you.  You're all skinny and gaunt.  Mom says you don't look healthy."  "You're wrong, Andrew," Chandler retorted. "You are all going to die from all this food.  I’m not going to let that happen to me.  I'm going for it.  I'm becoming a Breath-airian and you can't stop me."

It was a strange sight that the police found that evening, six months later.  Three people, morbidly obese, apparently all dead from heart disease and heart attack and one very skinny young man, basically starved to death.  The official report proved inconclusive and the neighbors talked about the family for years to come.