They extend the invite to me as well, despite my edgy reputation, and even go so far as to suggest I bring a plus-one. Theresa agrees to come with me. “We’re not dating,” I tell Gail the first moment we’re alone. “So don’t go there.” “She’s gorgeous,” Gail says, and for a moment I wonder if her opinion of women has changed a bit in the intervening months since our last naked encounter. “She’s got to be ten years younger than us.” “Jeeze, Gail, we’re not that old. She’s maybe five or six years younger,” I say. “And we’re not dating. We’re just friends.” “I’m not blind, Sara,” she says, giving me a look of haughty derision. “You don’t have to be worried about me. I don’t care. Hell, I doubt even Danny would care. He leaves that stuff at Mass most of the time.” “So, you told him.” “That you like girls?
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