“Hello there, Terry,” Gabriel greeted his friend.
“Hello yourself, you young bastard,” Terry said with a grin, his Scots accent as distinctive as ever. He rose from the chair, extended a hand, and Gabriel shook it, smiling.
Gabriel made a show of looking at his watch. “As punctual as ever, I see,” Gabriel remarked, teasing him.
“Some of us didn’t have that far to come, so we left late,” Terry replied with a straight face. “Helen sends her love. She’s busy marking papers and terrorizing the second year students. She’ll come down next weekend. Have you eaten?”