“I’ll bet. I’ve seen her, you know.” Mitch settled into her chair.
Eric pulled up his jeans with one hand and pointed at Mitch with the other. “Hey, don’t go working your voodoo dyke magic on her.”
Mitch picked up the phone at her desk. “Do I have voodoo dyke magic?” she asked Carol.
“You’re still a dyke?”
Steve snorted, and Mitch saw that he was listening in on his extension. To Eric, she said, “According to Carol, I’m steeped in the stuff.”
Steve laughed louder.
Mitch looked at Steve. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hang up that phone. The fridge needs to be cleaned out, and I think you’re just the man for the job.” Steve slammed down the receiver. “What’s up?” she asked Carol.
“You know, if you’re reconsidering the lesbian thing, you could do a lot worse than Steve,” Car
