Hélène has accused Neftali of hoarding the chocolate. He says that she’s a puritan wearing a feminist body-suit. This is ridiculous, but it’s true that he’s not hoarding the chocolate. It’s just that he eats it all; he doesn’t care how fat it makes him. He shares it freely, but only as long as it lasts. Hélène will start talking about Christ again soon, because she knows it makes Tom mad and Neftali quiet. K keeps weighing himself in his bathrobe. I think it may be pink today.