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Ilook up at the banner and nod.
RAYES PIZZA & GAMES
Place doesn’t even have an actual sign, just a banner. This is small town business as its finest for sure.
I spent the day lingering around the house, kind of bored, pissed off after watching the baseball game. PJ put up eight shutout innings only to have our closer, Jakey, go into the game and give up a bomber of a home run which eventually ended the game.
I also had to confess to my stubborn self that I’ve been pushing too hard with the swimming and I needed a small break. Last thing I want is to end up hurting myself again.
The only reason I’m here at this pizza place is because of a menu magnet stuck to the side of the fridge. Funny part too is that I called to get some pizza delivered but the delivery driver was home sick.
Small freaking town, huh?
In the city you can order any kind of food, any time of the day or night, and someone will bring it to you.
My only goal here is to not get recognized. Or at least not get recognized to the point of being swarmed and bombarded with autographs and pictures and end up having my location plastered all over social media.
I have to admit the last little while here has been extremely quiet.
Quiet from the game itself. Quiet from the reporters and the questions.
The person blackmailing me hasn’t been in touch again, so I personally chalk it up to some loser looking to get a rise out of me. Since I ignored whoever sent the text and email, they’ve moved on.
It’s also been very quiet from another situation.
I haven’t seen Piper in…
There I am standing at the hostess station, waiting to get a seat and I look right across the pizza place and there she is.
There’s Piper.
She’s not alone either.
She’s with her son.
His back it toward me. Piper’s front is facing me.
I watch her talk to her son, smiling, her eyes so bright and happy.
A mother’s love, right?
It kind of gives me a swift punch to the gut.
“Just you tonight?”
I turn my head and a high school aged girl with braces and bright blue eyes smiles at me.
“Just me,” I say.
“Any preference where to sit?”
“How about a corner?”
“Sure,” she says. “Follow me.”
The place reminds me of some rehabbed dive bar. The kind of place that used to have a bad reputation and whoever owns it now is trying hard to turn it into a location where families can enjoy some food and some games. I notice a section for the adults to play darts and pool. There’s a bar off in the corner, half full, everyone staring at TV screens. I tell myself to avoid that section at all costs. That’s my greatest chance of getting noticed.
I sit down at a corner table meant for four people, yet I am alone.
