The Diet Club

"Have I written a romance novel?" "How could I, an author of gun-toting, shoot-em-up westerns, and derring-do action-adventure novels, have done such a thing?" "Relax," a fellow author soothed. "You've written a romantic comedy. There is quite a difference." "Whew! I feel better, but . . . tell me, what is that difference?" "You've written a funny story about two unhappily married fat people who meet at a weight-loss outfit where they thin down, become enamored of one another and have an affair. For which I don't blame them a bit." "My agent told me I was making fun of fat people. That plump people would be offended." "Nonsense! They're the very ones who'll get a laugh out of it. You, me, we've all been to those diet clubs seeking sleek and slender happiness, haven't we?" "But you're sure I haven't written a romance novel?" "What do I know? Let your readers decided."