CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN – DIETARY LAWS

Over the next few days, Jasmine quickly discovered just how difficult adhering to Gary's draconian dietary rules really was. Every trip to the grocery saw her glumly pushing her cart past entire aisles of prohibited foods, leaving her to scavenge through the paltry offerings of the sad, woefully tiny "health" section in desperation. Even worse, it seemed every single restaurant or food truck's menu may as well have been written in Sanskrit for how few items Gary permitted in his regime of psychotically pure dietary restriction. And when she finally did cave to temptation after a late night of work on a new painting at her rented art studio, smuggling in some greasy tacos or a burger for a clandestine cheat meal, it never failed... "A-HA!!" Gary came scurrying out of nowhere like a rabid Gollum, snatching the bag of take-out right out of Jasmine's hands as she tried to tiptoe past his room towards the kitchen. He sniffed at the contents disdainfully, that perpetual look of judgmen