Thirteen
“And you’re going out with two men? Not just one man who’s bringing another along as a friend?”
“Yes. Two men. They’re friends, they own a business together and they both want to take me out.”
Jules’ mom gave her “the look,” the one Jules recognized from her childhood.
She’d seen it thousands of times as a teenager as she’d smashed through boundaries, convinced she knew what she was doing, and gave a (sometimes) implicit middle finger to whoever told her she couldn’t do something.
Amazingly, her mom still spoke to her, still loved her.
“And you’re going where?”
“I’m not sure.”
“And what do they do for a living?”
Tricky, tricky. Her mom was no fool. She knew this had something to do with their debt being paid off and Jules wondered, for about the millionth time, if she sho
