Scripturi Te Salutant

 

 

Their schedules meshed for lunch on Tuesdays, so they had gotten in the habit of meeting up at the café where they’d first run into each other.

 

Calvin picked up his meatloaf sandwich. “Mm. Worm meat casserole with squished maggot sauce on toast. Just like Mom used to make.”

 

Susie shook her head. “Doesn’t work on me anymore, Calvin.” She plucked a grape from her fruit salad. “Mmm, eyeballs,” she said, popping it into her mouth. Chewing and swallowing it with an audible gulp, she said, “The retina’s the best part.”

 

Calvin burst out laughing. “You’ve definitely changed in the past ten years.”

 

 

She sat, waving him to a seat at the table. “Something like that. Calvin, this is Kristin, my roommate. Kristin, this is Calvin, the boy I was telling you about from when I used to live here.”

 

He looked at Kristin, concerned. “Uh-oh. That sounds ominous.”

 

Kristin laughed. “Nah. Apparently you were kinda cool but weird.”

 

Calvin sagged in relief. “That’s…better than I would have ever expected.”

 

Sue shrugged. “You left an impression on me.”