My sister in law was here for a visit for a few days and brought her newly acquired husband's grand daughter who had been staying with them die to some family problems. I contacted SiL to see if the girl had any food preferences. I was informed that she prefers chicken to beef, but not to worry because she eats like a bird. I am going to have to revise my thinking on that expression. This girl turned out to have a hearty appetite. We had a snack of crackers with pate and with cream cheese and hot pepper jelly for them when they arrived. I was hoping that this little 16 year old would not spoil her appetite. I made a pretty good dinner the first night, Mango Chicken. She loved it and had seconds of it, along with more rice and vegetables. She enjoyed the butterscotch pie dessert enough to have seconds. When bed time came along I noticed traces of vomit in the toilet. I thought maybe she had just overdone it, and combined with the home problem she had some gastric distress. She had a hearty breakfast. When I got down to the kitchen in the morning she was eating Shredded Wheat. It turned out that she had been up in the middle of the night for a bowl of the stuff too. My wife made her some hot cocoas and then she had two bowls of oatmeal porridge and bacon and eggs. They went out for the day and my wife and I found more traces of vomiting. For dinner I cooked Chicken Chasseur, which turned out really nicely. She had a heart helping of it on top of a bed of noodles, and then seconds. She had a seconds of dessert. That night there was more traces of her having heaved her dinner. At breakfast the next morning she had a bowl of Shredded Wheat and then some more while I made the porridge. Once again, she had two bowls of porridge and cocoa. By this point I was a little more aware of the cycle. Sure enough , upstairs right after the meal to "shower" . This time I realize that while I am hearing the sound of the shower running, the toilet flushes. I didn't want to stick my nose where it didn't belong but I thought that I should mention something to SiL. She said that she had heard something about the grand daughter having a problem, but had no evidence of it. That left me wondering about all the hype about eating disorders. While it is nice to have public awareness, I have to wonder if all the publicity has not given a lot of young girls some bad ideas. It seems that it is almost a status symbol to have an eating disorder these days.