Grace doesn't like food. Grace is pale and white and a compulsive cleaner. But Grace loves bleach. Grace also likes mopping, sweeping, and a well-scrubbed pot. Grace doesn't eat much, because she likes her kitchen spotless, because she likes the glasses to shine and the counters to be clear of dishes. But the other night, the flour was wormy and buggy when I opened the sack, and the fridge was near empty and we were all very hungry. So dad ordered Chinese, which Grace does like (the silly dishes like sweet and sour pork and sizzling rice soup). Grace was happy said, "Order lots of noodles," because it all comes in little boxes, and nothing will mess up her pretty spotless kitchen. Grace doesn't like to eat. She just likes noodles and bleach.