Were they all over at the Brothel, waiting to laugh at me when I finally got home? Were they taking bets as to what time I’d show up, how long I’d wait before realizing it was all a joke? I squeezed my eyes shut and held my fist up to my forehead. Don’t do it, Jules. Don’t go there. He’s not blowing you off. He didn’t sleep with you only to walk away laughing this morning. That’s not what’s happening. Just stop.
