“Well, well, I see I’m not the only one who had a mad urge for another slice of Guido’s pizza.” Bruce’s face turned white at the mere sound of the voice. “Jessica, what a pleasant surprise. Uh, I’d like you to meet Aline Montgomery. She’s a—a friend of the family.” “Friend?” Jessica questioned. “I’d say she looks more like a grandma to me. You did say you were going to see your grandmother, didn’t you, Bruce?” “Yeah,” he admitted, “but—but—” Ignoring him, Jessica turned her attention to the redhead. “Hi, Grandma. I see you made a quick recovery. Must be Guido’s magic pizza.” She picked up the pie from the table and examined it closely. “Who would have thought this simple pizza could turn a sickly old lady into a pretty young girl?” Then she turned to Bruce. “And you, poor birthday boy. You’ve turned so terribly pale. It looks like you could use some of Guido’s miracle cure, too. Take that, Bruce Patman!” Before he had a chance to react, Jessica threw the gooey mixture right in his face.
