Brom’s back from his psychiatric internship
in Idaho and he wants to hang out and drink coffee. I’m trying not to think
too much, so I drive downtown to Coffee Perk
where I order a latté, and thinking about the word latté
makes me realize that the only Italian I know has nothing
to do with love, but only orders coffee.
I drop down next to Brom on the long leather couch. He’s telling
us about his mother who screamed at him this weekend for believing
in evolution and not chakras (and she believes that science
is on her side). Andrew sits with his leg draped over Heidi’s knee.
They’re both staring at their cell phones. They’ll break up
in three months, though neither of them
yet knows it. He wants to marry her. She doesn’t
want to marry anyone. But, she’ll say, if she were
to marry anyone it would be him.
Ryan and Nathan are talking about music and Meg
leans forward to offer me the last of her cheesecake, which
I accept because the Italian for cheesecake is torta di formaggio
which sounds delicious and that reminds me that I once looked up
the Italian word for “sexy” because I thought it would be subtler,
but it turns out that sexy Italians are erotico which isn’t
subtle at all.
Brom puts his arm around my shoulder, and takes four
cards from the table. He holds them face down, tells me to pick
one. I pick the queen of spades. He tells me to hide her
at the bottom of the stack, and then he draws the queen
of spades from the top. I tap the cards, and the queen
appears in Brom’s pocket. I ask if all the cards are the queen
of spades and he says no. I turn them over and they are.