Has it hit anyone else that since moving into that apartment Chantal has become a kitchen gargoyle? She set herself up as the refrigerator sentry and virtually nothing can dislodge her. Every time Peetz needs so much as a drink of water, he is confronted with this gibbering, stinking mess who comments on everything he eats, buys to eat, decides to eat later and decides not to eat. She is like a goblin guarding her gold, the ultimate pantry police. She’s crawled into her dysfunction so thoroughly that she must remain within arm’s length of food wherever she is. Her life is going to play out with that refrigerator in the background until she moves out or dies.