"Okay, pizza it is.” Annie picked up the cordless and dialed her favorite pizzeria. She ordered a Greek salad and a medium pizza with pepperoni, mushrooms and black olives. “Do you still want a scotch?”
Annie fixed Marne’s drink, making it mostly ice. “You told me that you told him that you loved him. Change your mind?”
“Not yet, but I’m thinking about it.” Marne burped out loud. “He says he loves me. Does he love me?”
“I’m sure he does, Marne, but he probably can’t express it right. He’s a man. Men always say things the wrong way. He probably just says ‘I love you’ or some other dumb thing. Maybe he sees your refusal to marry him as proof you don’t love him. The man’s got a big ego. You’re hurting his feelings every day.”
“I am? Tough shit.”
“You don’t mean that. You’re upset and half in the bag. Why don’t you pet my therapy dog. It’ll calm you down. Here Beef.”
The fat spaniel got up and sat by the table, waiting for a treat. Marne reached down and scratched behind his ear. “This is a nice dog. I wish I had a dog.”
“There’s lots of room for one to run, up at the lake.”
“I have to pee.” Marne stood a little unsteadily and made her way to the bathroom. Beef followed her and sat outside the door until she was finished. Marne opened the refrigerator. “I should probably eat something.”
“The pizza should be here soon.”
“You ordered pizza?”
"Yes. Pepperoni, mushrooms and black olives."
"I prefer ground beef."
The dog went yelping into the back room.
"Don't mind him," Annie said. "He's been a little nervous ever since what happened last time you were here--when you decided your hoagie didn't have enough roast beef."
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