“Do you have appetite loss?” I continued.
“Yes!” Jerzey said.
Jessica, her other sister, pointed out that we had just eaten huge hot-fudge sundaes. But Jerzey got so freaked out that she tried to convince her parents to take her to the emergency room. Her mom said we couldn’t look at that Web site anymore.
I go into the kitchen and start measuring out chocolate powder for my drink. I dip the scoop into the container, then level it off carefully with a knife till it’s exactly even.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Mom grinning at me.
“You’ll be glad I’m precise when I’m a doctor and you’re coming to me for a prescription,” I say.
“You got that right,” she replies.
I’ve wanted to be a doctor ever since I read about Leonardo cutting up dead bodies so he could see how they worked. I figured that whatever’s in a body must be really interesting if it’s enough to make someone want to do that. And, as always, Leonardo was right. There’s so much going on in a human body it’s amazing we can even stand up.
