Page 167 of The Holy Grail
“Because he’s acting like none of this is news to him.”
“Well, I didn’t tell him, because we agreed not to until the time was right, remember?”
“He obviously knows, so …” Jules trailed off as she saw Paige, with a blooming expression of guilt on her face, actually step around to the other side of David, as if to put more space between herself and Jules. “Did you tell David?” Jules asked Paige. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Ugh, I couldn’t help it.” Paige tried to look apologetic but wasn’t really hitting it. “He’s my husband.”
“What did Paige tell you?” Valerie asked David, curious.
In a hushed voice, he told his mom, “That Jules is withMalcomandEvan.”
Valerie’s eyes widened, as did Nate’s.
“Isn’t that … unexpected,” said Valerie.
“Well, shit,” Nate muttered. “I was still hoping to hook up with her.” Then, because Valerie was right there, he added, “I mean, go on a date with her.”
Before Valerie could respond in any way, David was asking Nate, “Are you serious?”
“What?” Nate shrugged. “I know she said she was with Malcom, but … I thought I might be able to change her mind. For one, I’m better looking than that guy—”
“No, you’re not.”
“Thanks.”
“And you’re not better looking than Evan, either.”
“Thanks, again.”
Across the room, her gaze locked on Paige, Jules shook her head in disappointment, because she and Paige were supposed to be closer than sisters, but apparently when you got married, your spouse got top billing. “That’s a seriously lame excuse,” Jules told Paige.
“I’m sorry.” Paige made a face. “I told you I wasn’t very good at faking things.”
“When did you tell Cat Lady?” Evan repeated his question to Jules, this time slightly louder.
With an aggravated sigh, she answered, “The morning you were eating cereal and giving Dawn Corleone milk—”
“You gave her milk?” Malcom broke in, appalled.
Evan frowned, the change in topic taking him by surprise. “Only a little bit. Why? What’s the big deal?”
“It gives her the shits, that’s why.”
“It does?”
“Yes, it does.”
“Damn. That’s too bad, because she really loves milk.”
“I know, but it gives her theshits, so stop giving it to her, unless you want to be the one cleaning out her litter box.”
Evan’s expression said he clearly didn’t want to be doing that particular chore. “Fine. No more milk for Dawn Corleone.” Then, to Jules, he said, “You owe me fifty bucks, by the way.”
“What’s going on in here?” Kim asked, as she stepped into the now-crowded kitchen with Lauren.
Dolly moved closer to Kim before saying, “The three over there by the strawberries are in a relationship.”
“A relationship? As in … they’re all together? Romantically?”
