Chapter Nine
“Tell me about your ex,” Karen says. We’ve gone for a walk in Dolores Park and it feels right, for the first time since I arrived in San Francisco, to hold another woman’s hand in mine. For the first time, the presence of other couples around us isn’t a brutal reminder of how lonely my life has become since I moved here.
“Which one?” We both know it’s a lame joke. I’ve only ever talked about Jodie.
She leans her weight onto me. “Come on.”
Karen has turned out to be quite the foul-mouthed little spitfire in the bedroom, always asking for more, making demands, because she knows what the consequences will be.
“She wanted another child, I didn’t.” It’s how I usually sum it up. It has proven very effective to shut down conversations I don’t want to have.
The first time Jodie
