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The room was decorated with Amy’s paintings. Amy didn’t paint for a

living. She did it as a hobby, and her work, which was mostly abstract, was

amazing. Romi really liked it and she was always excited to spot a new

painting up on one of the walls when she came over.

The room had the usual coffee table, which had a glass top and dark

wood accents, a matching loveseat, a large black leather chair, and a flat

screen TV mounted on the wall. A large black and white area rug tied

everything together.

“Here it is! Feast your eyes on this baby.” Jack came back into the room

carrying a massive box, two plates, napkins, and two bottles of beer.

“How did you manage to get that all in here?”

“Just like this.” Jack set the box down carefully. He’d piled everything on

top and used it like a sort of serving tray. As soon as he popped the box,

Romi’s stomach grumbled, even though she thought she wasn’t really

hungry.

It was hard to be hungry when she was in so much physical pain. Her

stomach felt like a band of tight knots and something that was curiously like

broken glass or sharp thorns.

It wasn’t fun.

She had only herself to blame. She’d done it to herself. All of it.

“Hey. Don’t get all up in your head and clam up on me. You’re supposed

to be here to talk, not brood there silently without me.”

“Sorry.” Romi snapped out of her thoughts. She grabbed a plate and let

Jack put two huge slices of pizza on them. She grabbed a fork, cut off a big

chunk, and stuffed it into her mouth. The first taste was glorious. It even

served to undo some of the tightness she had going on in her intestines.

Whoever said that you shouldn’t eat your feelings clearly had never met

double cheese pizza with juicy, equally greasy circles of pepperoni, onions,

green peppers, and pineapple. It might be a weird combo, but she and Jack

both loved it. The rest of their family was less enthusiastic about their

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