The pizza place had games with flashing lights, screaming kids, and harassed-looking parents. Reed, who seemed overwhelmed by Bitsy's earlier questions, had no problem playing games like a kid and putting tokens in the machines as fast as they could use them. Jon mostly stayed back watching Bitsy closely. He watched Reed too, and I knew he was having just as much trouble trying to figure him out as I did.
"This is the best pizza in the whole wide world," Bitsy said after she finished her first slice, sauce smeared across her mouth and pure joy in every word.
After we finished eating, I watched her and Reed play more games. It started getting late and I hated to ruin the fun, but we still had homework to finish.
"Play a round of foosball with me and then we'll go." There was a gleam in R
