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MAGIC KOOL AID
We continue learning about one another while we eat. I lean back, too sated and happy to bother with cleaning up yet.
Jo turns to me and I face her. She is studying me again which makes me a little nervous. “Libby, you are my girlfriend, non?”
I like the sound of that. “Yes, I guess I am.”
“Can you accept that I am the kind of woman who wants to care for, to protect, my girlfriend?”
Her wording sets off a faint warning bell. “Ah, yes.” I pause, wondering where this is going, weighing the value of honesty versus self-protection. “I appreciate it.”
Jo smiles and squeezes my hands. Still, I have an ominous feeling and that bell starts clanging. “Petite amie, I want to ask you a favor.”
“Okay.” That doesn’t sound bad, necessarily, but something tells me this is going t
