The restaurant was crowded and noisy. Whatever show or movie most of them had been to must have been a dynamite comedy because everyone was in a fabulous mood.
We opted for one large pizza, which we’d take back upstairs so we’d have somewhere quiet. I carried the pizza, and Mickey carried the drinks so she could lock the door at the bottom. When we got back upstairs, Chris wasn’t around, and her bedroom door was closed.
“Chris, want some pizza?” Mickey called.
“No, thanks,” Chris said from the bedroom.
We sat down at the little enamel kitchen table and attacked the pizza.
“I didn’t realize I was hungry,” Mickey admitted as she sat back.
“You must have done a lot today,” I ventured.
She laughed. “Yes. Most days are usually boring. Wednesdays seem to be hell-days lately.”
“This Wedne
