Chapter Thirty-four
Low, dark clouds threatened rain the evening I picked up Deena at the airport. We took a chance with the weather and ate at an outdoor Mexican restaurant in Old Town. The chilly air was warmed by gas-fired heat lamps placed strategically around the patio. The plane ride had tired her out. In my eyes, she looked great. Our waitress mistook us for twins, a common occurrence over the years, even though she is older and weighs more than I do. As we talked over dinner, I once again tried to understand how gay women found one another. Despite our resemblance to one another, Deena confirmed no woman had ever propositioned her.
The next morning I came out of my bedroom to find Deena folding the sheets and putting the sofa back together. A fine rain had drenched everything ove
