Chapter 9July—December 1994
It became a regular thing between us, almost like a hobby. I came to understand our situation even if I would openly admit that it never fully made sense to me. We slept together, we hung out, we were inseparable. I deduced that Connie saw it as some college-type lesbian experiment come early, or maybe some sort of defiant rebellion against her family and their perception of her. I figured that maybe it was the thrill of it all—the sin, the secrecy, the danger of being caught—that drew her to me. Eventually, it was something that came naturally to us when we were alone together, just another fundamental part of our friendship.
And I didn’t care that Connie believed she was straight. It was something that rarely entered my mind at all after we began. It wasn’t
