Page 77 of Heathens
Salem: Have you read it?
Me: No.
Salem: Good.
Me: Why is that good?
Salem: Because I want to see your face when you read the last chapter.
Me: I saw the Disney movie...
Salem: It’s not the same. Not even close.
Me: I love the music.
Salem: Stop.
Me: Did Esmeralda really have a goat?
Salem: I’m not going to dignify that with a response.
Me: And I guess there are no talking gargoyles?
Salem: ...
Me: Is that a no?
Salem: No. What was your major in college?
Me: Fine Arts.
Salem: When’s your birthday?
Me: November 13th.
Salem: You’re joking.
Me: I’m serious! Why?
Salem: My birthday is 13th November, too.
Me: WHAT? Really?
Salem: Yes.
Me: What’s your favorite food?
Me: Wait, I know that. It's anything sweet, right?
Salem: I’m not sure anymore.
Me: What do you mean?
Salem: I think I liked the taste of you the most.
I squeeze my thighs together as I stare at his response.
Me: Bad priest.
