“So what
are we thinking? Sandwiches? Pasta?” I asked.
“Matthew,” Nikki
tried to sound patient and failed.
“Pizza!”
Jessie said.
I pointed
at her. “Yes. Antonia’s! Get the menu.”
Nikki
sighed as Jessie leaped from her chair to dash into Jen’s office and grab one of
the many takeout menus from the collection.
“Check the
deals!” I yelled.
Nikki
folded her arms and began to drum her fingers on her arm, fixing me in a death
stare. She was quite good at it since she was, well, dead, but it didn’t faze
me.
She started all this, after all. I could’ve
just had the box and taken it home with me to discover the hat on Christmas, as
intended. Now the time I would normally spend freaking out about it is
explaining the first step in how I ended up with it. How mad is she going to be
when I tell her there’s more than just this story?
“Jessie, no
garlic bread! We have a guest.”
“Aww!”
“We’ll
survive. Go for the meat lovers.” To Nikki I said, “You’re not a vegetarian,
are you?”
“I’m about
to become very carnivorous.”
Jessie
bounded in with Jen’s laptop, and the webpage for Antonia’s. “We can order
online,” she grinned.
“A fine
idea, so, where was I? Right, the garage. . . .”