“I was just about to come get you,” he said. “We’re having a party.”
There was a pizza box on the coffee table. “A pizza party?” I asked.
Susannah used to have pizza parties for us kids all the time. It was never just “pizza for dinner.” It was a pizza party. Except this time, with beer. And tequila. So this was it. Our last night. It would have felt a lot more real if Steven had been there too. It would have felt complete, us four together again.
“I ran into some people in town. They’re gonna come over later and bring a keg.”
“A keg?” I repeated.
“Yeah. A keg, you know, of beer?”
“Oh, right,” I said. “A keg.”
Then I sat down on the ground and opened the pizza box. There was one slice left, and it was a small one. “You guys are such pigs,” I said, stuffing it into my mouth.
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