“Is it someone’s birthday tomorrow?” Isabel inquired. “I don’t think so,” Amy said. “Maybe that’s not a birthday party place. Uncle Miltie sounds like a perv. Maybe it’s a sex shop.” “Yeah,” Isabel giggled. “Maybe it’s a sex shop for clowns.” They both laughed and the tension of the past hour eased. “So speaking of sex,” Isabel said. “What’s up with the lesbian thing?” Amy took a deep breath. “You know how I’ve been hanging out with that woman Jordan, the one I met at work?” “The pretty one? Yeah, Jeremy told me.” “We’re sorta kinda dating now.” “I don’t have a problem with it. Just tell her if she’s not nice to you, she’ll have to deal with me. I’ll sic Steve on her.” “Who’s Steve?” “The lobster,” Isabel said. “He needed to have a name before I could wrap my mind around what just happened. Besides, despite the Chad thing, I still need him for the race. I don’t think I can handle picking up another one.”
