Vivian came forward and said, “Hello, Julia,” then—what the ever-loving bejesused fucking fuck?—leaned in and kissed the air to either side of her cheeks. Vivian’s skin was soft and warm as she brushed against Jules’s face. When Vivian pulled away, Jules fumbled for an expression that wasn’t shocked. A smile would do. Hopefully, it didn’t look too ghastly. Her face was tingling. It was not unpleasant.
