Chapter 30
I was up in the penthouse with Steve and Anthony. The pizza had just arrived, and we were digging in.
Steve grabbed a couple of slices and slapped them together, with the topping sides facing each other, like a weird kind of pizza sandwich. He shoved the contraption toward his face and bit off a huge chunk. With his mouth full, he said, "Good thing he didn't want any."
I shook my head. "Huh?"
"I'm just saying." Steve kept on chewing, even as he shoved more pizza into his face. "Marshall. The guy was big. Like he'd eat a lot. You know?"
I gave Steve a look. His pizza sandwich was already gone, and he was reaching for two more slices.
"Yeah," I said. "No one likes a pig, right?"
He slapped the new pieces together and took another huge bite. Chewing around it, he said, "It don't count when the pig's family."
I looked to Anthony. He was reaching for what? Histhirdslice? I looked down to the open pizza box. The pizza was almost gone, and I hadn't eaten a single piece.
When I looked up again, Anthony's latest slice was already inside his mouth. And then, with a loud swallow, it was gone.
I couldn’t help but stare. How on Earth did he do that? IfIate that fast, I'm pretty I'd sure I'd hurt something. I was still staring when Anthony said, "Hey, Luna."
"What?"
He grinned. "Oink."
I had to laugh. I don't why I was surprised. It's not like I hadn't seen them eat pizza before, even if Steve's pizza-sandwich method was a new development.
My laugher faded as I looked down to my own plate. On it, sat one lone slice, untouched, and if I were being totally honest, mostly unwanted.
Probably, I hadn't wanted the pizza so much as the company. With a heavy sigh, I shoved away the plate and said, "You guys want this?"
Steve gave the plate an odd look. "What am I gonna do with just one slice?" He looked to Anthony and said, "You want it? It's all yours."
Anthony wasted no time. He grabbed the piece and shoved it into his mouth. And then, with a gulp, it was gone.
My own mouth fell open. I looked to the nearby pizza box.
It was empty. Completely empty.
Too late, it occurred to me that I might want a slice in five minutes or so. Okay, Ihadoffered it and all. But I guess I hadn't expected them to take me up on it so quickly.
I felt myself frown. They might've asked, "Are you sure?" Or how about, "Hey, is anything wrong?"
I was still frowning when my brothers burst out laughing.
For some reason, it annoyed the snot out of me. "What?" I snapped.
Through choked laughter, Steve managed to say, "Your face."
"What about my face?" I demanded.
"You're like, 'I can't believe they freakin' ate it.'"
He was right. Icouldn’tbelieve it. But I hated the thought of saying so.
To my continued annoyance, they were still laughing. Anthony said, "Don't be mad. You told us we could have it."
He was right, of course. I tried for a casual shrug. "I'm not mad."
