"Let’s go out."
"Where?"
"I don’t know. We need groceries. You want to go to the grocery store?"
Jules was pretty much living with me at this point. "I don’t want to drive," she says. "That’s the thing.."
"I’ll drive us," I say. "So you don’t have to drive."
She’s hiding under the covers. I hear her muffled voice.
I go under the covers with her. "What did you say?"
"What?" Her back is to me.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," she says.
I’m looking at her butt.
"I said I don’t want to drive anywhere."
I grab her, push my hand between her legs, from the back, and get a thumb between her lips. "Let’s walk."
"Mmm," she says. "I don’t wanna walk, either."