“Okay. Sort of like the high schools in the city, but without having to drive for ten miles through five feet of snow in a blinding snowstorm to get to them.”
“It doesn’t get that bad…usually.”
“Uh-huh. I’ll take your word for it,” Cory replied, shaking his head. “So, where are we going to eat lunch?”
“Wherever you want, but maybe we should get it to go? I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with rambunctious kids while I’m eating.”
“I’m with you on that. How ‘bout we go back to the one that has pizza? We can take it to that park we passed by the creek.”
“Sounds good to me.”
They decided to order slices, three each, because they were already made—“For people in a hurry,” the clerk said when Cory asked. With boxes in hand, they went to the park where they found a bench at the creek’s edge.
