CHAPTER 38Emma
Katherine and Emma had kissed just once before, as they stood in the narrow entryway of Katherine’s apartment. They had met for dinner last Saturday in Bernal Heights, and though Katherine’s apartment was in the opposite direction of the BART station where Emma would catch the train home, she had insisted on walking her home.
“That’s ridiculous,” Katherine had scolded her, laughing. She shook her head slightly, her straight blonde hair glancing across her shoulders. “I don’t need you to walk me home. I do it all the time.”
“I know,” Emma had protested. “I don’t mean it like that. But can’t I just walk with you? I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”
Katherine had smiled and held out her hand. “Well, if you put it like that.”
The feel of Katherine’s hand in hers, so soft and
