Chapter Three
Santina never repeated the s****l overture, nor did she mention it during our subsequent meetings. The dissipation of s****l tension between us seemed to foster a more fraternal relationship. If she had intuited the real reason behind my demurral, she never broached it, not so much an oblique reference to my s****l inclinations. As for the townspeople, I’m guessing they assumed we were being intimate, but except for the occasional glare or disparaging snort, they remained cordial.
While Santina paid them no mind, she was not oblivious, and occasionally she’d voice her resentments. “The people, they always have something to remark. They don’t like that I wear pants all the time. The men believe that I want to be like a man, and the women, they are worse. They always offer me
