Then again, if I’d bolted down the steps in a panic like everybody else on our floor I’d have probably tripped in the stairwell and made things worse.
Pictures of Dad, my basketball trophies, Mom’s jewelry box, my seizure medication. Of course if I’d known our apartment was about to go up in flames I would have grabbed some stuff. She had probably just pulled up to the loading dock of the department store when the fire in our apartment reached her bedroom. Besides, I like the snow globes Mom gets for me on her trips. I’m not what you would call a fan of Elvis but Mom’s mom was, so Mom is. She promised to swing by Graceland and pick up a snow globe from the gift shop. When I got back from the mall there was a note on my dresser saying she was sorry about missing Christmas and all, but it couldn’t be helped. She had a load of video games that needed to be delivered to a big-box department store in Memphis. But then Mom knows how important it is to make deliveries on time. You would think if he’s a driver he would use GPS and Google Maps or something. The guy ends up walking all over the complex banging on doors until the pizza is as hard as a hubcap. No matter how many times I’ve ordered from Papa Ron Jon’s Pizza the delivery guys can never find our apartment. Then I went outside to meet the delivery guy. Not with my pigeon-toed feet, lanky arms, and bony shoulders. Pepperoni with extra cheese.īecky Nance, a girl in my ninth-grade biology class, says cheese will give you zits, but it’s not like a girl as pretty and popular as Becky is going to hang out with a nobody like me. I had just ordered a large pizza the night our apartment building burned down.
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