EpilogueA few years later, Gayle and I were walking into the house with our suitcases. We lugged them up the stairs, me laughing and struggling with mine, while she passed me on the steps, scolding me, and saying she had warned me not to pack so much.
It had been my home, but now Gayle shared it with me. Rachel had graduated two years prior and moved off to start a new job in a new city with her new husband. It turned out she wasn’t quite the lesbian she’d once thought, and, when she entered graduate school, Kate moved on, as well, and Rachel fell in love for real this time with someone new.
Isn’t it funny how these things work out?
And now Gayle and I were returning home from their wedding, which we used as an excuse to take an entire week off for vacation.
My friends and family took
