![]() ![]() But then I looked at her next to me-the way she was gripping the bottle, how she stared down into it, like she was hoping if she stared long and hard enough the solution to her problems would appear in the honey-brown liquid-and the bubbling stopped and melted into a tenderness, hot and thick, and I mostly just wanted to be in that theater with her, hear her laugh at the funny parts. I felt it stinging the back of my throat, thinking about her sitting comfortably while Adam and I sweated and threw. Picturing her in a dark air-conditioned room, popcorn on one side, Coke on the other, made anger bubble up inside me. ![]() I could feel her waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to judge her, and it wasn’t that I wasn’t angry. “Drove around for a bit, wound up at the movies.” Every time she lifted her arm to drink, her shoulder brushed against mine. She drank straight from the bottle, a brand I’d only ever seen on the high shelves of the liquor store. “Would you be okay watching me drink some?”īack on Jenny’s couch, TV off this time. I thought at first she was calling me out and was relieved when she quickly laughed, shook her head. “He’s in bed and we ate and watched TV,” I said. She said, “Oh,” when she saw me, like she forgot I would be there. I was waiting right at the front door when she came in. ![]() Pizza Girl is the coming-of-age story of a pregnant pizza delivery girl who becomes obsessed with one of her customers. The following is excerpted from Pizza Girl, the debut novel by Jean Kyoung Frazier. ![]()
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