“’Course, I’m not cooking in here. Not with it looking showroom new,” Liza added. “We’ll go to Dino’s. My treat.” “Their pepperoni is the best,” Waylay said, perking up. “I could eat a whole pepperoni pie myself,” Liza agreed, hitching up her cargo shorts. It was nice to see my niece getting comfortable with an adult, but I would have liked it better if I was the one she was sharing pepperoni preferences with. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was failing a test in a class I’d forgotten to attend all semester.
