"Nina Kiriki Hoffman - But Now Am Found" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Nina Kiriki)

Fat Self cooked pancakes. The kitchen smelled of sizzling butter, and flour
marrying eggs and milk. Little Self got out the ice cream Iris had hidden in
the
tiny freezer compartment, the secret shame she couldn't resist, even though
she
had been dieting and exercising rigorously for five years. She still cheated
some nights when the loneliness overwhelmed her. Mornings after those nights,
she adjusted her exercise regimen to work off the extra calories.

Now Little Self was holding out a spoonful of chocolate mint. Iris heard her
stomach growl. She opened her mouth.

Little Self fed her, gently, without spilling anything. They had just reached
the bottom of the carton when Fat Self set a plate full of pancakes drowning
in
butter and Tim's syrup on the table in front of her, and sat down in the extra
chair, which complained. Fat Self smiled and cut the pancakes into bite-sized
wedges, then fed them to Iris. The pancakes were light and fluffy, and the
syrup
was so sweet, a taste she had been denying herself.

Iris remembered being very small. Urna, the maid, had fed her then, making the
food swoop and fly before it came to rest in her mouth. "Little frog, little
frog," whispered Urna, "here is your supper. Be very clever and catch it
before
it flies away!"

"Little frog, little frog," crooned Fat Self. And the food swirled in the air
and then swooped into her mouth. She chewed, swallowed, and laughed, losing
herself in the game of eating.

The alarm in the bedroom went off.

Iris tried to stand, but Little Self held the chair down. "Never mind," said
Little Self, "You have other work to do today."

"Why --" Iris began, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Fat Self fed her.
She
turned her head away and swallowed. "Why don't you eat for yourself?" she
managed to say before another mouthful of pancakes attacked.

"We can't," said Fat Self. "That's not what we are."

"What are you?" whispered Iris.

Fat Self giggled and fed her pancakes until she couldn't eat any more.

Iris felt tired and sleepy after breakfast, so full she could hardly move.
Little Self untied her, and both selves escorted her back to the bedroom,
where