The next morning when I got up I didn’t go downstairs. I’d cried myself to sleep the night before and my eyes were still red. I hadn’t slept well. I kept tossing and turning and thinking about the things that had happened with Bud and Sally and the things Katie had said to me. We’d talked for almost two hours but I don’t think we said anything new. It was still the same old same old. Nothing new was said. Nothing was promised.
Many times during the night, I sat in the open window and smoked a cigarette. I was considering giving up and moving to somewhere else. Maybe California. Maybe I could find Emily Frye. Maybe I could find other lesbians. Maybe I could find myself.
My face throbbed a few times during the night but it seemed to have calmed down this morning. The bruise on my cheek was
