The tension stretches between us, strange and thick. Abruptly, Alex stands up.

"I was thinking I might shower while we're waiting for the pizza," he says. "You're welcome to use the guest bath if you'd like."

"Thanks," I say, both stunned by and a little grateful for the sudden end of our conversation.

Alex goes to his room, and a few minutes later, I hear the shower come on.

So much for pretending that everything's fine, I think. One ...