Chapter 10
At the pizza parlor, after I returned from the nasty bathroom I wished I’d never seen, I slipped back into the worn leather booth, next to David and facing Nick. The ashtray was full of David’s half-finished menthol cigarettes. Then I realized they’d stopped talking the moment I’d sat.
On the table, the pizza box was open and empty. We’d shared an extra-large all-dressed pizza. David had a piece. I’d had three. Nick had had the rest.
It was almost nine o’clock. It was a school day. I’d been with them all afternoon, skipping classes. David had tried out for a dance show, but hadn’t been selected on account of him being a minor and not having his parents’ signature on some form. He was pissed off. Barely speaking to us. Nick had decided to take us out for pizza to try and cheer
