"Who was that?” Jules asks. But I don’t have to tell her. Jules won’t look at me. She’s getting dressed, but she doesn’t leave. We’re in bed together and she’s got everything but her shoes on. “Does she still come over here?”
“She had a spider problem. She’s afraid of spiders,” I say..but I know that’s not gonna fix this situation. Not by a long shot.
“Does she know that we’re together?”
“Yes. She knows that. She’s having trouble accepting it.”
“Did you tell her that we’re together.”
“Yes. Absolutely. She knows that.”
“And you let her come over?”
“She just came over, ok?” I realize I said that with my voice raised. “I’m sorry for saying it like that. Look, I told her, just now.. I made her go. I didn’t let her in the house.”
Jules hands me my shirt. “Put your shirt on,” she says.