Chapter 203 You Okay With Pillows
- Things were definitely looking up.
- Or maybe that was only one part of my anatomy, but close enough.
- I hadn’t wanted to run out of pizza for the new tenant in the Forrester building. Actually, the words “I don’t want to” summed up this day in its entirety. But Pop was shorthanded at the pizza shop and Wes was having a grand time helping in the kitchen, which mostly consisted of banging pots and pans along with the occasional sneaking of pepperoni under the careful supervision of my mom.