“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.”
Mom’s waiting for me in the living room after school.
There are two giant pizza boxes on the coffee table, one of them already open.
“Whoa.”
“Vegetarian or Hawaiian?”
This isn’t a good sign. Mom only gets takeout when…
“Did something go wrong with Frank?”
“Frank who?” she asks, through a giant bit of ham and pineapple.
