“It ain’t like I’m all… biggledy for ‘er. It ain’t like she’s ‘the one’ ‘er nothin’.” Jayne sniffled an’ shrugged. “Ain’t like she ain’t the one, neither. Not like I could know that. What’s that even mean, anyway? The one what? The one that gets ya by the short an’ curlies for the rest’ve your days? The one that yells at you when ya leave yer socks inside-out? The one that… makes yer gut feel all funny?”

Vera shone up at ‘im, all dull an’ pretty in the overhead light.

“It’s just supposed to be sex. Just sex. Lots’ve sex. I’m okay with that.” He ran his fingertips along Vera real lovin’ like. She was cold. “You ain’t supposed to feel anythin’ anywhere but the man parts when it’s just sex, though.”

He put Vera back in her spot an’ looked at ‘er for a second. He pulled his legs up onto his bed an’ laid back, puttin’ his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceilin’, wonderin’ if she’d come by tonight. ‘Course she would. She always did. But he wondered anyways