A Hard Day’s Work
“Female bosses are the worst,” Ann says before carefully allowing a tiny lettuce leaf into her mouth. She chews it as if eating is a forbidden activity.
“I disagree.” Kenneth draws his lips into that leery look I despise. He fixes his gaze on me. His eyes are the colour of weak tea. “I’m sure Jo and I are on the same page.”
After I first told him I’m exclusively into women, he didn’t know what to do with that information for a few weeks. He would stare at me in silence for minutes and shake his head in disbelief, as if he couldn’t figure out the physical practicalities of two women in bed together. I much preferred his ignorance over the delusional camaraderie he now believes we share.
I take a big bite out of my sandwich because I refuse to acknowledge Kenneth’s insi
