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“Sushi?” he asked.<br />
“That sounds great.”<br />
They walked to the restaurant, a gaudy place with neon signs and an Asian good-luck cat hanging<br />
in the window, and they sat inside at a small table. She ordered a platter of rolls, and as they ate,<br />
Ross told Julia a story she had never heard before. He explained that as a kid, he used to go fishing<br />
with his family. After a long day trawling the water, he’d eat so much fish that he’d get sick to his<br />
stomach. But he just couldn’t stop himself, he said; he’d just keep eating and eating and eating<br />
because it tasted so good.<br />
She laughed. Then (as was typical) Julia did most of the talking and Ross most of the listening.<br />
She told him all about her life over the past year or so. About her boudoir business and how it was<br />
flourishing, and she told him that she had recently stopped drinking.<br />
“You’ve grown up so much,” Ross said to her. “You’re so much more mature now.”<br />
“Well,” Julia said as she swallowed a piece of sushi, “that’s because I’ve been saved.”<br />
Ross knew exactly what she was talking about. They had discussed religion when they were in<br />
college. Back then Ross had told Julia that he had been saved too when he was younger, though he had<br />
floated away from that faith a long time ago.<br />
They sat in silence for a moment in the sushi restaurant, until Julia said, “Can I ask you<br />
something?”<br />
“Of course,” he replied.<br />
“Will you come to church with me on Sunday?”<br />
“Yes,” Ross said. “I’d be happy to.”<br />
With that, Julia suggested they go home and get some rest. Then, just like the old days, they made<br />
love again and fell asleep in each other’s arms, Ross spooning Julia to the sounds of San Francisco.<br />
The following morning they woke up, showered, and set off about their day. They walked back<br />
down past the train station where Julia had arrived the day before, then up to a scrubby diner that sat<br />
at the edge of an intersection.<br />
Julia stared out the window as they waited for their breakfast to arrive. They seemed to be in a<br />
blue-collar neighborhood, a small enclave on the edge of the city with an Irish pub and lots of<br />
middle-class families. Yet among the people walking by, heading to work or a nearby coffee shop,<br />
Julia observed techies in hoodies and Google T-shirts; it seemed gentrification was afoot.<br />
“So what are we doing today?” she asked while taking a sip from the diner’s shitty burned<br />
coffee.<br />
“Well,” Ross said, “I have some work to do, so why don’t you go and wander around the stores<br />
and we can meet up later?”<br />
“That’s fine. I’ll do some shopping.”<br />
After breakfast Ross handed her a set of keys and walked in the direction of Monterey<br />
Boulevard, toward his apartment. Julia turned and walked the other way, toward the Mission District.<br />
Julia had planned to be out all morning, maybe picking up a few dresses or some sexy lingerie,<br />
but she wasn’t dressed for the San Francisco cold. Each time she left a store, a frigid wind engulfed<br />
her, pushing her back in the direction she had come. After an hour of this she’d had enough. She turned<br />
around, giving up on her shopping quest.<br />
It was late morning when she returned to the apartment, placing the key that Ross had given her<br />
into the lock, twisting it, and then slowly swinging the door open.