“Ezra? Ezra are you home?” Ivy’s voice cracked.
“Yeah, I’m here. Are you okay? Alex said you were sick.” Ezra was surprised to see Ivy’s name pop up on his phone—even more so when he heard her voice.
“It’s awful,” she replied.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes, if you mean it.”
“Of course I mean it,” he replied. I would do just about anything for you, he thought, and then hated himself immediately. It was pathetic at this point.
“I don’t want to trouble you—but could you go to the store and bring me some soup, something like chicken and stars.”
“Yeah, didn’t Alex heat up some of her chicken soup for you? She said she had some in the freezer.”
“Yes she did but…” Her voice grew lower and she paused.
“But what?” Ezra’s curiosity was fully piqued. Alex’s soup was the stuff of legend.
“But when I’m sick I don’t want good things. I want soup that comes in an envelope and Chelmsford ginger ale—not this ginger spritzer she made me.”
It was all Ezra could do not to burst out laughing. Of course Ivy, whose favorite foods were stuffing from a box and frosted flakes, would prefer dry soup.”
“All right,” he said. “Let me finish up here and I’ll bring you something.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just one thing?”
“What is it?”
“Can I eat the soup that Alex left for you?”
“Sure…just don’t tell her.”
Finally catching up on my art! Here is some dumb banter between Ezra and Ivy, my two modern-setting original characters. She is an adorable scientist who loves movies and terrible food, something her roommate Alex is determined to fix. As always Memai did an amazing job.