Texting Jules. There’s like twenty texts from her. I scroll through them.
where are you
where have you been??!
I miss you
I’m coming over
I needed you tonight
I need you ::where
Jules, Jules, oh.. I text her, without thinking, without caring, knowing that for her everything’s going to be bad and for me everything’s going to be blankly ok.
hi::
::hi
are you up::
::ARE YOU OK??
fine::
::smh fine where
I just tell her:
hot::
::I figured that out where IS it
I text her the address.
I spend the next twenty minutes looking in all the mailboxes on both sides of the street between my car and the House of Transformation.