up.
Lisa cradled the phone.
âAre you making plans with Skye?â Alex asked.
âNot likely,â Lisa said. âHeâs so busy with his career that he hardly has any time for a life. But, Alex, even if I do see him, remember, or try to remember, that heâs a friend. Heâs been a friend for a long time. Heâs never been any more than a friend, or any less. Youâre number one on my list, and thatâs not going to change.â
âBut youâre so beautiful,â Alex said. âAnd heâs not blind.â
Lisa blushed. âI suppose that means you want another kiss,â she teased.
âNo, it means I really want to borrow the Zero Gravity CD for the summer.â
âBut thatâs my favorite!â she protested.
âAll the better to remember you by while youâre gone,â he said.
Lisa smiled and gave in. Love was complicated.
SEVEN
Stevie checked over her shoulder. In the backseat of the car was a large insulated container. Each container could hold two pizzas. On the front seat, next to her hat, was the list of addresses, in order, where she was to deliver the pizzas. It wasnât actually a very long list. There was just one address left.
Delivering pizzas was just about as routine as Stevie had thought it would be. She delivered the pizza, she took the money, she thanked the customer for the tip, she took off her hat and gave her courtly bow, she waited for the inevitable giggle, and then she left. Sometimes the door closed before she bowed, sometimes not. She didnât have much time to think about that. People expected pizzas to be delivered quickly, whether they were being reasonable or not. Pizzas that were late were also cold, which meant the customer wouldnât be happy, meant they wouldnât tip, meant there wasnât anything funny or not that she could do with her silly hat that would change that. She had a job to do.
She backed the car down the Applethwaitesâ driveway. There was a bump, and then the left rear of the car dropped an unnerving number of inches. Stevie opened her door and looked behind her. The Applethwaites had a little flower garden bordering their concrete driveway. It now had about eight inches less of impatiens than it had had a minute earlier. She closed her door, pulled the car forward, adjusted the wheel, and backed out without inflicting further damage on the pink and white flowers. She had a brief conversation with her conscience about the damage sheâd caused. She had two more pizzas to deliver right away. The Applethwaites had only tipped her a quarter, and a quick examination of the flower bed confirmed that she was hardly the first person to make that mistake. She didnât feel wonderful about her decision, but she decided to go away without saying anything.
At the next house, she banged into a garbage can and knocked it over as she came into the driveway. It was a rubber one, so it didnât make a lot of noise, and it was tightly closed, so nothing happened. Stevie righted the thing before she even rang the bell, wondering all the while why the Singers had put their garbage can right in the middle of their driveway. It belonged by the curb.
The Singers were very grateful for their pizzaâtwo dollars more grateful than the Applethwaites. Stevie was glad sheâd put the garbage can back and hoped they would want to order pizza a lot when she was on duty. She made a note to be on the lookout for their garbage can next time.
This wasnât complicated, but it was hard workâharder than sheâd thought it would be, anyway. She was always rushed, and she wanted to appear unrushed. Mr. Andrews said people liked fast service, not hurried service.
Stevie returned to the shop for her next set of pizzas. This time there was only one waiting for her. She checked the slip and the order. Sheâd already learned that sometimes they got mixed up, and if she delivered anchovies
Emma Barry & Genevieve Turner