Sheila paced through the apartment frantically.
“Oh my God. I should order a pizza!” Earlier that day she had done some baking. Pot brownies for herself, and gluten-free ginger cookies for her husband. He was allergic to wheat and loved ginger, so she made cookies with real, fresh ginger and a gluten-free dough.
She’d eaten a brownie about 2 hours ago, and Robert continued to cram ginger cookies into is mouth. “So go ahead and order a pizza. Damn, these are really good.”
“Thank you!" she smiled, dialing the phone. "I’m glad you like them.”
An answer on the other end. “Dominic's. Can I help you?”
“Yes! I’d like to place an order for delivery.”
“Sorry, no deliveries after 9PM.”
“Oh no!” She turned to Robert. “They’re saying they don’t deliver now.”
He swallowed. “Gimme the phone. Hello?..”
As he spoke, Sheila thought about her lack of pizza and sulked. Damn! If only she had called earlier. It was OK though. She’d had fun talking to her husband. “I hope he goes to sleep soon so he can be refreshed for his big drive tomorrow...” her mind wandered.
Robert handed her the phone back and said, “Here, tell them what you want.”
“Oh cool! Hi! I’ll have a regular pie and a bottle of coke.”
“Ok, regular pie and a coke. Ten minutes. Thank you.” *click*
Sheila paused. “Ten minutes? How can they deliver in ten minutes?”
Robert had put his shoes on and stuffed another cookie in his mouth. “They’rf fnot, I’m gunnah phick it uph.”
She felt terrible. He had to be up early; he should have been in bed already, and now he was going out late to pick up a pizza just to satisfy her whim. “No! I didn’t want you to have to go out. Let me call them back and cancel.” She started to dial.
“No! Sheila, c’mon. Phlease don’t do that.” he said as he chewed.
Sheila was startled at how insistent he was. “Well, ok, thanks… but… why? Why would you want go out of your way for me like that right now?”
He smiled, revealing a mouth full of crumbs. “Youf mnade mne gingfer cookhies.”
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