“This place is pretty cool.” Tim took a large bite of cheese pizza.
They were sitting at a booth in a little pizzeria Brandon had chosen for their dinner. He wasn’t exactly sure why he’d brought Tim here. It had been his mom’s favorite place. Maybe that was why.
Brandon hadn’t gotten home Sunday night until after ten, and he’d been exhausted. Still, he’d sort of wished he had been with Tim. He didn’t have a lot of time left. Yeah, Tim’s words at the pool had reminded him what it was all about, but he couldn’t help thinking he’d cut off his nose to spite his face the night before.
“It’s been around forever,” he told Tim as he reached for his iced tea. “You never came here when you lived here?”
“Nope. Never. Pizza is good though. You know, I was raised by my aunt and uncle.”
“Yeah, beca
