She typed it in with her thumb, and the keypad buzzed once from the side of the house.

She laughed with her mouth full and told me she was going to buy me a table as a housewarming gift, a real one, with chairs.

That was the best hour I’d had in a month.

She carried the pizza box out to her car at dusk and dropped it on the back seat, then stood there with the door open and didn’t get in.

“Dad called me this afternoon.”