When Julie woke up at two o’clock in the morning, she rolled over and saw Thompson reading beside her. She asked him what he was reading and he showed her the cover. It was Lady Chatterley's Lover. “Are you interested?” he wondered.
Julie frowned. She didn’t know what to say. By now, he should’ve known that she hated reading. Thompson put the book down on the bedside dresser. He stood up and poured Julie a glass of water. Julie took a second look at the book.
“Do you remember what happened last night?” Thompson asked her.
“I was drunk,” she sighed. “I think that I remember everything, even if much of it is foggy. I remember escaping out the window and running for our cars. I think I puked half-way there but, if I remember correctly, it was pretty hilarious. I remember us both laughing.”
