We sat in silence for a moment, staring at the potatoes on the floor. Finally I broke the silence, “Paige…” But I couldn’t think what else to say.
She didn’t answer; she just leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. She was breathing evenly in deep, calming breaths.
I don’t know how long we sat there, but Paige eventually lifted her head and smiled wanly at me, “How does Pizza sound?”
I just nodded and watched her get up and find the phone book. “Pepperoni?” she asked as she dialed began dialing the number.
I shrugged, “Whatever you want.”
She chuckled, “Now you really shouldn’t have said that. Oh Hello!... ah, thanks for the offer, but I want one medium Hawaiian Barbeque Chicken pizza… and breadsticks.”
She hung up while I threw her an incredulous look, “Hawaiian Barbeque Chicken?”
“Haven’t you had it?” she asked innocently, “It’s fantastic.”
I groaned, shaking my head, “Only you.”