10. Scotty

Scotty

BACK UP

“Wait, wait. Back up,” I say.

Juliette lifts her head from my shoulder and sighs. “What?” There’s no missing the irritation in her delicate voice, but this is bothering me.

“He always wanted to … what? Be a father, you said?”

She nods.

“That’s fucking creepy, Jules,” I say, wincing.

Juliette glares up at me. “Oh, I am ‘Jules’ now? And yes, I realize it wasn’t good of him, but please allow me to continue telling the story. Unless you’re bored and wish for me to stop?”

I shake my head. “No, no, no! Sorry, sorry. Tell it. I’ll shut up, now.”

“Good. I’ll continue,” she says. And then she puts her head back on my shoulder.

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