2 - A Streetcar Named DesireMost mornings, Gina rode the streetcar with her earphones in and her head stuck in a book. This morning, though, she was too giddy, too excited. She found herself humming, thinking about going dancing that night with her boys.
“Someone’s happy!” An Asian women next to Gina grinned.
“It's my birthday.”
“Someone bring you breakfast in bed?”
Gina nodded and then leaned close. “My boyfriends.”
The woman's eyebrows shot in different directions, as if she weren't sure that she'd heard right. “Boyfriends?” she whispered. “Like, plural?”
Grinning even more broadly, Gina held up three fingers.
Now the woman's fine-plucked brows shot straight up. “No s**t?”
“No shit.”
“Like, all at the same time?”
Forcing herself not to giggle, Gina nodded. “Aw, hell, yeah.”
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