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fly.”
    Mandy walked across the room, loosening the neck of her robe. The whole house was warmer with him here. “You spent all afternoon playing with our football team?”
    “Yes. I really just wanted to hit the weight room, but I figured that if you saw I wasn’t the creep I was then you’d give me another chance. If you’re not going to do that, then I’m going to cut my losses.”
    The doorbell rang again.
    “Son of a bitch.” Sonny threw open the door. “What?”
    The skinny kid on the step just stared up at him. “Pizza.”
    “Pizza?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
    “I can pay for that myself,” Mandy said. She had the money in her robe pocket already.
    “I’ve got it.” Sonny handed the kid a couple of bills and took the pizza.
    “Wow, thanks!”
    Great, now he was overtipping the pizza kid in addition to playing with the school’s team for kicks.
    “Pizza,” Sonny said. Kicking off his shoes at the door, he carried the box through the living room to the kitchen as if he’d been here a hundred times and could find his way around in the dark.
    “And wine. I like pizza.”
    “I remember. Next you’ll be sitting down to watch an old movie. Casablanca first or will you save that for later?”
    “How do you remember that?” Mandy stood next to the table watching him go through her cupboards. She’d planned to eat off the lid of the box at the coffee table, but he must be in a civilized mood.
    “Your favorite color is chartreuse because you like the way the word sounds, but you actually hate the color itself. You watch Casablanca on repeat when you’re depressed. You love fuzzy things, but not furry things. You’re allergic to lilies.” He took two plates out of the cupboard and carried them to the table. “You like Thai food and hate Indian food, but given a choice you’ll eat a burger every day of the week. I remember everything, Mandy. I never forgot.”
    “Then why did you tell everyone I was a slut?”
    “I never said you were a slut. I said we’d had sex.”
    “Then why did you tell everyone we had sex?”
    “Because I was a stupid little boy who didn’t know what I had and thought those jerks we went to high school with were more important than you.” He pulled a piece of pizza free and put it on a plate. Then he thrust it at her. “I forgot to mention that you eat when you’re depressed too.”
    Mandy took the plate. “It hurt, you know.”
    “I’m getting that, but can’t you give me some breaks for being here now?” He hadn’t put a slice for himself on the second plate.
    She set down the plate, the pizza losing its draw. “So you just got some advice from some woman to get my forgiveness and decided to hunt me down on the spur of the moment?”
    “I knew where you were. Sandy Sydlowski took her job as class president very seriously. She knows where everyone we graduated with is. She has a website that she keeps updated.”
    “But I didn’t graduate from there.”
    “That hasn’t stopped her. She posted it when you got the job here last summer. The only thing she didn’t have was an address.”
    “Why?” Why now? Why here? Why work this hard? So many whys.
    Sonny sat down in a chair. “Are you going to make me spell it out?”
    “Yes.” Mandy sat down beside him. The pizza was cooling between them, but that’s what microwaves were for. “Don’t tell me it’s that superstitious thing about your bad luck and failing someone, because you know I’m not going to believe that.”
    “I always knew you weren’t going to.” He folded his hands on the table. “Look, I’ve got the shoe deal and the shirt deal and the soup deal. My agent is working on getting me a deodorant deal and a restaurant deal. I might be part of the Monopoly McDonald’s thing next year. In less than two weeks, I’m going to be first-string quarterback in the Super Bowl. The office passed around lists for spots in the loge at the game and I couldn’t think