Re: The Pizza Parlor.
She leaned back on the plush pleather seats and listened. Stacks and no stopping, it just all piled on forever it seemed. No string, no true end in sight, just tangles and piles. The visuals made her fidget just a little where she sat.
Oh, of course there was the bit about being haunted and Hannah said it so casually, so loosely that the word lost its fear factor--just a little, just a small scope, because it still made Audrey's heart flutter like a bird in a cage and she was grateful she had ribs, as fragile as they may be, but she didn't shake and the thought of shadows crawling out from corners had faded from her mind for the time being.
Then the ghost of a woman, the wisp of what she was laughed, and the whole room seemed to brighten, twinkle alive .. yes, like Christmas lights, and her shoulders slumped ever so slightly as relaxation whispered in her ear. "I was someone very different, someone braver, confident and more forthcoming, that's for certain. She was beautiful." Audrey's lips puckered and shifted to the side, pensive.
"Thank you, by the way, for meeting with me. I haven't done this in ...well, a very long time." There was only a bit of her toppingless pizza left and she reached for it, brought it to her lips taking a full bite. She had more questions, she had more she wanted to say, but it was stifled by dough and cheese at the moment.