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kitchen.
    'Don't shag anyone I wouldn't,' Valentine called after
her, trying to cheer herself up. So long as Lauren didn't
bring back another model like her recent Russian conquest,
whom both girls had called Dostoevsky behind his back.
Trust Lauren to have the latest must-have lover. Dostoevsky
was gorgeous, all high cheekbones, brooding dark eyes,
raven-black hair, sculpted abs, and couldn't speak a word
of English. That, of course, had been exactly how Lauren
liked it. But Valentine had not enjoyed his presence in their
flat one little bit. As he was Russian he was used to the
biting cold and favoured wandering around stark naked,
save for a large Cossack hat. She wouldn't have minded if
he'd possessed anything to be proud of but the Russian
had more of a party sausage than a saveloy.
    Valentine took another savage bite of toast. At least
she hadn't fried it Elvis Presley-style with banana and
white bread. Then again, maybe she should. What difference
would it really make to her career if she got fat?
The phone hadn't exactly been ringing off the hook with
auditions now she was slim and she couldn't see her part
in the Shakespeare leading to greater things, whatever
spin Sylvia put on it. That was the thing about seeing
Finn; it always made her doubt every area of her life,
made her feel such a failure. But maybe if she porked up
she might actually get some work. She'd have to get really fat, possibly morbidly obese, then she could corner the
market in fat women roles – though she was struggling
right now to actually think of any. There was the mother
in the Johnny Depp film What's Eating Gilbert Grape who
tragically dies. There was poor Shelley Winters in The Poseidon Adventure , who wasn't even that fat and what was
her fate? She saved one of the other passengers, only to
die of a heart attack. The message in the movies rang
out loud and clear: fat people copped it.
    And what about Finn? He was hardly going to want
her in that state, even if her fantastic big tits would probably
get even bigger. OK, this would have to be the deal:
after she became a wildly successful super-sized star she
would slim down dramatically and then have surgery to
get rid of all the flabby skin – maybe even become a size
six – and Finn would realise that he couldn't live without
her; he'd leave Eva and they'd all live happily ever after . . . What complete bollocks!
    She threw her toast into the bin and crawled back into
bed, alternately daydreaming that she and Finn were
together and then tormenting herself with imagining what
he was up to with the SGF. Late afternoon she finally
emerged and reached for her laptop. No post-Finn misery
fest was complete without stalking him on Facebook. He was
too lazy to up load pictures on his site, except for his
official Stage photograph in black and white, but the SGF
wasn't. Eva just loved to show off her fabulous life and
had made her profile accessible to everyone, so when
Valentine logged on to her site there was all she needed
to know for extra torture ammunition. Finn on a mini-break
with the SGF in Florence, looking loved up; Finn
on a stag weekend in Prague with his mates looking the
worse for wear but still gorgeous; Finn staying with friends
in the country.
    If she hadn't been so in love with him Valentine might
have seen that actually Finn was selfish, narcissistic and
always sought out people who would give him an easy
life, even if he didn't especially like them. He had chosen
many of his friends purely on the basis that they were
wealthy and had second homes in the country or in Italy
or wherever. Deep down Valentine knew that one of the
reasons Finn couldn't bring himself to leave Eva was
because she came from a wealthy family. Finally, with
her head swimming with images of Finn's lovely life
without her, she texted him. She always made herself
wait as long as she could, a tactic which she hoped said My life is so full, I've hardly given you a moment's thought . And
her message