A week passed, but Leslie did not improve. Mrs. Carter dicussed the issue with her son as she made Leslie a dinner tray. "Nick, I need your advice."
"About Leslie?"
"Yes. It's been a week. She's gone from one extreme to the another. Now to avoid purging, she won't eat."
Nick sat down. "What are you planning on doing?"
"That's what I need your opinion on. Leslie's physican spoke to me about a treatment center, but your father and I are trying to avoid it at all costs."
"Don't send her there, Mom. I've got an idea."
"At this point I'll try anything," his mother sighed.
"Have faith in me, Mom." Nick ran upstairs heading straight to his personal phone. He dialed quickly.
"Hello?"
Nick cleared his throat. "May I please speak to Howie Dorough? It's urgent."