It was close to the end of Suzanne's shift.  She had made seven deliveries, and did an hour-long stint in the kitchen because a line cook had called in sick.  Such was life at Joe Bob's Pizza and Goodies.  But the owner, Joe, was a friendly enough guy.  A Vietnam vet, he had established the place in 1973 with a GI loan, and it had pretty much become a part of the town fabric.  So when Joe asked her if she could make one last delivery, she nodded even though it was a bit of a drive.  It wasn't exactly a tony part of town, but it wasn't the sticks either.<br/><br/>When she got to the address, the two Extra Large Deluxes carefuly ensconced in their insulated pouch, she wondered if she had the correct address.  The place looked a little...deserted.  But there were a couple cars parked around it, so she figured it was the correct address and someone was home.<br/><br/>Hefting the pizzas, she walked up to the front and rang the bell.