Paying for pizza-2

Marley looked from the pizza guy to the landscaper and then back again. She turned on her heel and marched to Joey and the boys. In a few minutes, the pizza guy followed.

“Who are you?” Joey asked.

“I’m Chet,” the pizza guy said. “You guys want to go inside and watch a movie?”

All the boys cheered.

Marley let the bat roll from her shoulder. She gave Chet a skeptical look.

Chet shrugged his shoulders, tipping the pizza delivery cap back on his head. The landscaper was spraying insecticide and thought it would be best to keep the boys out of the yard. Inside the house, Chet dug out a pile of DVDs from her father’s collection. He found an old Japanese horror movie from the 60s he thought the boys would like.

“Horror?” Marley asked skeptically.

The boys cheered and whooped.

Chet smiled. He was a film student and knew a lot about movies. But more important, he was a big b*****r and knew even greater deal about eight year olds. “Who’s going to be the first to cry?” he asked.

“Not me,” the boys all laughed in unison, tossing out their little chests.