I waited at Uno’s, all through her show, at the bar. I drank slowly, but I drank. I had upgraded from wine to long islands by the time Jules came to find me.
"Let’s take a cab home."
"Honey, you live five blocks away." Jules checks my cash to make sure I left the bartender enough. The two of them are in charge now. They’ve co-opted, taken over.
But I make us take a cab.
We have to wait almost an hour for it.
Jules thinks I’m crazy—and she’s right, I fucking am.
But we take the cab anyway.