Chapter Six
When I told Emma what had happened with Mary and Eleanor she laughed.
‘Did it never cross your mind they were lesbians?’
‘No,’ I said, no doubt sounding very naive.
‘Two girls living together?’
‘It never occurred to me. Mary seemed passionately heterosexual.’
Emma laughed again. ‘Many women are bi-s****l. Women sometimes long for the kind of tenderness that only another woman can satisfy.’
I looked at Emma’s expression. She seemed to have a far away look in her eyes. I wondered if she was recalling some lesbian experience of her own.
It was first thing in the morning and Emma didn’t have to get up for an early shift.
I’d spent the night lying naked on the floor below her bed and woke up again with excruciating pain in my joints. It was common for me to start the day in
