She's sure she's the only one sitting home tonight. Her parents have gone to a meeting. There are only reruns on the TV.

It is the night of her senior prom.

She eats the refrigerator, the cabinets, the fifty-pound bag of catfood and still it's threatening to cry.

Just as the sobs in her ego, her heart, are about to rise to high tide, a key clicks in the door. She watches half in fear half in longing. The door swings open, her older brother walks in, bearing a bouquet of flowers and a sausage and mushroom pizza.