East Avenue
4
“You look perfect today.”
“I-I… thanks Garrett, you always–”
“Do you want to read this? I finished, it seems like something good. Something you’d like, danger of dying from an obscure secret kind of ice with a little humour and a lot of religion.”
“You know me well. I’d love to. You’re not gonna make me write an essay on it, are you?”
“Don’t be stupid Joey.”
“That’s me, stupid as fuck, put on this Earth solely to make you uncomfortable.” He laughed at his own comment, and I almost smiled.
“Come over for dinner. My mom’s making your favourite.”
“Alfredo?”
“Pork chops.”
He didn’t like pork chops, I knew that. “I’ll be there.”
I’m not stupid, and neither is Margaret apparently.
“I-I… thanks Garrett, you always–”
“Do you want to read this? I finished, it seems like something good. Something you’d like, danger of dying from an obscure secret kind of ice with a little humour and a lot of religion.”
“You know me well. I’d love to. You’re not gonna make me write an essay on it, are you?”
“Don’t be stupid Joey.”
“That’s me, stupid as fuck, put on this Earth solely to make you uncomfortable.” He laughed at his own comment, and I almost smiled.
“Come over for dinner. My mom’s making your favourite.”
“Alfredo?”
“Pork chops.”
He didn’t like pork chops, I knew that. “I’ll be there.”
I’m not stupid, and neither is Margaret apparently.