An hour later she was pushing a pizza in the oven when Yancey walked in.
Most of Bird Song's other guests remained, as requested, in their own rooms but Ryland hung around the kitchen, sharing a snack of take-out pizza with Donnie while Edith sat nearby, wringing her hands and looking petrified.
The scents of what looked like pizza night taunted her, and she stood peering through the cracked door at the long dinner table.
Dean could be back on Collingswood Avenue, listening to John Coltrane or Charlie Parker and patting Mrs. Lincoln, or catching a Phillies game on the tube, or eating pizza and slugging down a cold Coors beer.
She'd buy the pizza and have it delivered if they would bring her some.