Chapter 8He had been fat all his life. No wonder. He came from a whole family of fat people. His parents, back in West Virginia, and his two sisters grew up in front of the television. To break the monotony of canned laughter, screaming car chases and gun fire, his mother always had treats. Every night. One night it would be powdered sugar donuts out of a box, another night plastic bowls heaped high with ice cream. If his dad got ambitious, he would run over to the Burger King and they would all scarf down Whoppers and fries while seeing what Jack and Chrissie were up to on “Three’s Company.”
And now, as Luis Soto sat in front of his own TV (a thirty-six-inch Mitsubishi), his eyes bulged along with his cheeks as Tales From the Crypt spewed out another tale of gore, violence and revenge.
