Jules will never drive. Even though she has a car. She keeps it parked in a lot downtown and everywhere she goes—even when she gets groceries—she walks..or gets a ride with me.
I’m sitting out front of BlackBox waiting for her.
She comes out with a cigarette and gets in my car.
“Can I have a drag?”
“I’d prefer you didn’t smoke,” she says. She opens my window and flicks it.
“Do you want to get dinner?” I ask.
She says: “Let’s just go to the show.” She pops a piece of gum and offers me one.
I don’t chew gum.