Thanks to Marcy for My Sister
I was alone for the evening. Left to my own devices, as my mother termed it. They were going out for dinner with friends, and a late showing at the cinema, and then maybe drinks. I knew what that meant: midnight at the earliest. My little sister Fran was a few blocks away having a sleepover at a friend's. There was one of those small cheapo pizzas in the freezer, so I shoved it in the oven and declared it dinner. I was thinking about eating another slice, though maybe taking it into the den...