Chapter 5The next day before work my friend Lilly stopped by and we stood outside smoking and talking. Lilly was a lesbian, too, and we knew each other from working together in the past. She was one of the few people who knew the real story about my life and didn’t judge me. She was, of course, taller than me, muscular, with short, spiky blonde hair. It must be break-up season, because she vented to me about her most recent ex while I ranted about Tiffany, and I found myself talking about Sof, too.
“Sounds like Sof is a pretty special person,” Lilly said, looking at me appraisingly. “Why don’t you try dating her?”
I laughed incredulously. “I can’t date her! For one thing, she lives in Pennsylvania. Indiana isn’t that far away, but I think it’s too far to be in a relationship with someone
