pizza's

Updated: May 1, 2025

There was only the splitting, the thunk of the maul into the chopping block, the klokking sound of pieces thrown on the pile . . . "Pizza's ready. My goodness, Sweetums, what a pile!" Oliver gathered up an armful. "Should hold us for awhile," he said. Woof bounded into the house, wagging her tail. "You know," Oliver said, "we really ought to get a decent wood stove. More efficient.

John Moncure Wetterau - O+F