“You could have kicked me out.”
“Why would I do that? I like having you around.”
“Even though I’m a thief?”
“Small price to pay,” she says. “You never took very much. Besides, I’m eating better than I have in years.”
“That’s not really the point.”
“I know.” She laughs. “You know I would have given you the money if you’d asked.”
“I know. That’s what makes it worse. I’m just a worthless piece of shit.”
“You arenota worthless piece of shit. You’re just…a little lost, that’s all.” She motions toward the story. “You just haven’t found the change room yet.”
He lays his head against her shoulder. “Still have no idea what that means.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Julia says, kissing his forehead. “I have faith. You’ll figure it out.”