Tracey filled her order at Panda Express and crossed the food court to the small round table. She sat down across from Margaret and scooped a forkful of rice into her mouth.
“Is it good?” Margaret asked.
“It’s not bad.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“So how have you been?”
“Oh, not bad.” Margaret scratched her head. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with Tim lately.”
“Oh…” Awkward pause. “Is he –”
“Yeah, I know. It’s a little strange. He’s a nice guy, but there’s just something a off about him.”
“Something?”
“Okay, you’re right, I mean, a lot of things are off about him. I just don’t think it should hide the fact that he’s a basically decent human being.”
“I guess. As long as there aren’t any chopped up bodies in his basement.”
“He has that lazy eye…”
“It never feels like he’s looking at you!”
“It’s like he looks right past you…”
“Right through you!”
“The guy can’t dress at all.”
“I know! Mismatched socks. Plaid shirt with polka dot pants.”
“He smells weird. I don’t think he does his laundry very often.”
“I don’t think he’s gotten his hair cut in years!”
“I don’t think he even brushes his teeth!”
“Stop it you guys!” I said. “You know I’m sitting right here in between you!”