my friends included martha of the order of eating disorders , who looked like a couple of wet matchsticks sewn together with skin ; a writer who would not give his name and thought he had created all of us ; sandra , who suffered through experimental treatments , involving street lamps and an engine from a motored vehicle , that could have cooked a couple of hundred dinners ; daniel , who had reason to be devoid of hope-his deformity had fused his two legs into one stump that fed into his head , which had stuck to his shoulder in an unattractive way-and , of course , edward .