Oh, wow, at least edible. Can’t wait to experience that sort of daily joy for myself. I’d forgotten about that. I mean- it’s always been small, and I’ve always known it’s small- but- it’s funny when you hear the scale, isn’t it? Thanks, Aurora. Here’s to hoping, right?
I wouldn’t want to get your hopes up if the university where you end up has food even worse than Western. I’ve heard some horror stories about other universities, so I’ll take at least edible. I’m not sure the scale itself matters after a certain point, it’s just that it goes from small to… much, much bigger. You’ll adjust, though. I have. You’ll do just fine, I have no doubt.
Good. Is the food absolute crap at school? I hope it’s not, for your sake, but then again I guess there can’t be anything as good as homecooked, yeah? It’s a big adjustment, then? More than just not being at home? NYU. Hopkins. A few others.
Not absolute crap, but definitely nothing like home. It’s at least edible most days. Just not nearly as good as it could be. It’s the size of the city I’m adjusting to more than anything. The university alone has more people than this town. The being away from home was hardly any adjustment at all compared to that. Oh, those are both great! I hope you get into all of them, then you can have your pick of the lot.
I’m not hurt. But you- You need to go.
Dirk is dead.
Run. Please. You need to go.
You’re not making any sense. Dirk. Please. Are you hurt? Let me—
Well, I guess it’s the least I can do, take a little extra mothering, especially if it’s going to come in the form of food. You’ve still got all your people here, though. I don’t blame you for not going much further.
I’m sure she wouldn’t mind that. I suppose that one good thing about coming home is the decent food. I know. It’s just part of the adjustment. Where are you planning to apply, have you decided?
I’m not Dirk. You’re not here. You’re not…
What do you mean I’m not— Everyone thinks you’re dead.
No? But— I don’t—
Tell your mum I say hi, yeah? Haven’t seen her much since you started school. But you know if I get in to the schools back east, then I’m there in a flash. If not- well, I guess four hours is gonna have to do. Oh, I’m hanging in there. Nothing much new to report here, but-
Yeah, I will. You can stop by whenever you want, I think she’s starting to feel a bit of empty nest syndrome now that I’m gone, so she would probably appreciate it. I don’t blame you. You would think I would want to go farther after last year, but four hours was as far as I could manage.
That’s what I’m hoping.
I didn’t know you were coming back this weekend.
I didn’t either until the last second. You might want to go farther than four hours away for college, or your mom will still be able to call and insist you come home for family events. How are you, Gideon?