Chapter 52

• We ordered a pepperoni and sausage pizza. After it came, the waiter left us alone. I tried not to make a pig of myself, but I had worked up an appetite.
• By an unspoken agreement, neither of us brought up Bethany or Joe. Mark kept me laughing with stories about his friends at our private school. I knew most of them by name, but he made me feel like I really knew them. It wasn’t until we’d finished eating that he sat back and looked at me with a crooked smile.
• “What?” I asked as I stirred the ice in my empty glass with my straw.