It was after she said that I remembered something I’d forgotten in all the commotion following receiving my invitation - I was enamoured with Trish, and had been for a while. She was simply so beautiful, so perfect, so kind. I had nights where my thoughts would drift to Trish, and those nights I would question my own sexuality. I didn’t know what I was, exactly. But I knew I really liked Trish.
“I… I’m sorry about that. I guess my mom came home early. I didn’t know…”
“It’s alright. You made up for it by running through your backyard shaking your ass at me.”
I took a breath, asking “Trish… are you… a lesbian?”
She ashed her cigarette out the window “Sweetheart, we’re still not to the point where you get to ask me questions, okay.”
“Okay. Sorry.”
“And in response to what I imagine you’ll be asking me next, we’re going to my place.”
Car parked outside Trish’s house, she instructed me to put my skirt back on. “But only the skirt.” She added.
Inside her bedroom, she told me to throw my bag of clothes on the floor. “Okay, first thing’s first, baby.”
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