Page 118 of A Pizza My Heart

“You wouldn’t dare,” Randy promises. “Would she, Blythe?”

“She’d miss your charm too much,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her every word.

“You two wear me out.”

“You love it though. By the way, I talked to Ed. It was awfully nice of that anonymous donor to pay for an entire year’s worth of your rent. I know that takes a lot of pressure off the both of you. Maybe his kids will give him hanging on to the place a rest. Makes no sense other than they think they’ll get more money.” He shakes his head. “So glad we never had any kids, Blythe. I’d have gone insane raising a bunch of little shits like that.”

“Anonymous donor?”

He tilts his head. “You have talked to Ed, right?”

“I have, but he didn’t mention a donor of any sort.”

“Oh, well…uh, surprise, kid. You have a guardian angel.”

“Huh.”

Through a daze, I take their order and punch it into the computer, so many things running through my head.

Anonymous donor…

Who would do something like that? Why? Winston tried to help me out after his accident, but I refused to accept the handout and we had a massive fight over it. I know he wouldn’t try to butt in again because neither of us want a rerun of that mess.

It wasn’t my dad, because he doesn’t have the money.

Neither does Drew.

Or anyone else I know.

Except…

No.

There’s no way.

Foster wouldn’t dare.

Although he did mention a payout from his divorce…

“Foster!”

It leaves my mouth before I can stop it. It’s loud. Angry.

His head whips my way, eyes wide. Scared.

Guilty.

That son of a bitch!

Slice Twenty

Foster

She knows.

I don’t know how she knows, but she does.

I gulp. “Yes?”

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