“His heart was beating fast, and he tried not to look nervous, tried not to look around the neighborhood as he waited on the porch for someone to answer the door. He knocked again. He heard the lock click and an old wrinkled face appeared in the doorway. He was trying to remember his instructions. Stay cool. Be friendly and she’ll let you in. “Pizza, ma’am,” he said, giving her a smile. “We didn’t order a pizza.” He motioned toward the paper stuck to the top of the box then l...ooked at the house numbers above the door. “This is the address I got.” Her tiny brown eyes peered at him. “But we...” “Well, shoot,” he said, easing closer to her, a foot now inside the door. “I’m in big trouble. This is my second mistake this week. Can I use your phone?” She hesitated, her eyes moving to the Toyota parked in the drive.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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