Jon's mom usually would have been in the kitchen getting dinner ready at that time, but instead she was sitting on the couch watching an old black and white science fiction movie and stuffing her face with potato chips. She was fat and bloated, much like how Leonard was, and there was a large grease stain on the front of her shirt, presumably where she was wiping her hand after munching down on her chips.
What a slob, Jon thought, feeling a little disgusted by the sight. He knew that Leonard ate a lot of junk food, but it was weird to see his mother eating it too, even though she now had Leonard's eating habits.
"Mom? Aren't we having dinner?" Jon asked.
"Yeah. I ordered some pizzas. They should be here soon," she answered him.
Pizzas? As in more than one? Jon thought. How much could his mom eat before she became full?
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Could you get that, Jon?" his mom asked.
He walked to the front door and opened it. On the porch was a pizza delivery boy with a stack of four pizza boxes. Four! And they looked like they were larges. Usually when they ordered a pizza, they only got one large. And even then, they sometimes had leftovers.
"That'll be fifty-one thirty," the delivery boy said.
Jon's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
