When grandma heard a ding dong at the door, she thought it was the coffee logistics she ordered earlier on, only to see Meyer’s panicking face when she opened the door.

“What is Lucifer doing in heaven’s party?” she asked.

Meyers snorted and rolled her eyes at the floor. A hush quietness hung over her gaze and her jaw hooked in humility as her head bowed.

“Have you come to dig up history of my HIV status, eh?” grandma barked.

“Apologies, grandma,” ...