“It’ll be all right, my love,” Vivian said softly. Next thing Jules knew, she was standing in the kitchen on wobbly knees. Her cheeks burned. In place of coherent thought, her brain ran the fuzzy buzz of radio static. You’re a goner, she thought, as she came back to herself. She calls you “my love” and you have an out-of-body experience right in front of your parents.
