On the walk home from Tom’s, Robyn said, “Seriously, Frankie, you are beautiful.” She took Frances’s hand and kissed her palm.
Frances yanked her hand away. “Jesus, Robyn. Where the f**k is that coming from?”
“What? I can’t find you attractive?”
“No.” Frances blushed. “I mean yes. But it’s totally out of the blue.”
“Not really.”
“Actually, really.”
“I’ve always liked you.”
Frances shrugged. “You like a lot of people, Robyn.”
Robyn pulled Frances close. “But I particularly like you.”
Frances pushed her away. “Are you trying to get us beat up?”
“Who’s going to beat up two girls?”
“What planet are you living on?”
“Look around.” Robyn pointed to the buildings that lined the sidewalk. “No lights. Everyone is home asleep, killjoy.” She walked away, pulled a joint out of her cigarette
