“Shouldn't you be at work?”
She nodded. “But it's not every day that your husband cracks his head open on the deck of a swimming pool, is it? And gets knocked unconscious and stops breathing and then is revived by a lesbian. Now that doesn't happen every day.”
“And am I your husband? Still?” I knew I wasn't being fair and that I exploited the situation but I didn't care.
Sharon came close to me now. Her face squeezed in a little and she bit her lip. Whimpering sounds came out of her somewhere and I saw large, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She nodded in response quickly then put her head down on my chest. “Yeow.”
“Sorry.” And she popped up again.
“No, no. It's okay. Just move to the side a bit. You hit the sore spot.”
Her head returned and I could inhale that lemony aroma that wa
