“You’re gonna have leftovers for days.”
“Girl, if you think those pizzas are gonna live to see the morning, I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn to sellyou.”
“You and I are not gonna be able to eat two whole pizzas in one sitting,” I tell her.
I expect her to hit back with some quippy comment, but she doesn’t. She gives me a suspiciously guiltsmile and starts clearing up the kitchen counters.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I ask.
“Cleaning up,” she replies sheepishly.
I frown. “We just established that you like the mess, right? Am I hallucinating?”
She looks up at me as I come around the other side of the narrow counter to face her.
“Yeah, well, maybe I’m trying to be more of a grown up,” she offers.
I hear the sound of a flush. Vanessa hears it, too, because she breaks off mid-sentence.
“No
