Friday September 14, 2018
“I don’t believe in that,” Kelsey shakes her head and picks a lemon seed out of her water glass. Jem has been talking about orgies and polyamory and how as descendants of apes we are meant to have many mates – “Many, many mates!”
“It’s not a matter of belief,” Jem says, leaning in across the candle-lit table.
“Everything’s a matter of belief, my love,” Kelsey looks Jem right in the eye and they both laugh.
Their food arrives – Kelsey’s pesto pasta and garlic bread, Jem’s burger with caesar salad.
“Do you ever just want to say fuck it and move to the country and keep bees and make preserves and sing in a choir?” Kelsey steals a crouton from Jem’s plate.
“Of course! But will I do such a thing before I’m all wrinkled and grey and surrounded by dogs and cats and parakeets?! NO WAY!”