Page 68 of The Holy Grail

A big fucking couch

Jules looked at the picture of a giant sectional sofa Malcom had just posted in the ‘Ménage à Trois’ group chat.

JULES: What am I looking at? EVAN: What is this? MALCOM: My new couch. MALCOM: It was delivered today.

Jules enlarged the picture, realizing it had been taken in Malcom’s living room. The couch, upholstered in a soft fawn-colored chenille, appeared to be big enough for a dozen people, with a couple of ottomans that could be moved around, allowing whoever was on it to stretch out.

It did not look inexpensive.

MALCOM: What do you think?

Another picture appeared, a sort of goofy selfie of him lying on the couch, which made her smile.

She knew he had likely bought the couch because of what she’d said the other night—that they all couldn’t fit on his small couch—and the gesture both touched her and made her want to hug him for his sweetness .

JULES: It’s beautiful. JULES: I love it! EVAN: It’s also huge. EVAN: Damn. MALCOM: We can definitely all fit on it.

Worried Evan might be focusing on how much Malcom had probably spent, rather than on the spirit of the ‘gift’, Jules quickly texted Evan privately.

JULES: Please don’t ruin this for Mal. JULES: He bought the couch so our time together would be better.

EVAN: I know, and I love him for it, but at the same time I feel a little uncomfortable with how much he must have spent on it.

JULES: Don’t think about what he spent. JULES: Focus on how happy he is right now.

Because he is. JULES: And we should be, too, because he’s telling us we matter to him. EVAN: You’re right.

A few moments later, Evan posted a response in the Ménage à Trois group chat.

EVAN: I’m guessing there’s more than enough room to get up to some fuckery on it?