It happened, even if it doesn't seem possible. Who'd believe it?
When the doorbell rang an hour late on a hot Friday night in August, it wasn’t the usual stoner delivery guy. Instead, on my doorstep stood Vicky, who worked the register, holding the pizza carton on her fingertips next to her head, one hip cocked the other way. My breath caught in my throat. Her, here ? How? “Large cheese?” she asked, something in her voice caressing and teasing. Her...Read On