I leave the barn as quickly as I can and don’t hear from Joey for the rest of the day. Around six or seven, Kate calls me. I’m at work, but answer anyway, because I like talking to Kate.
“I can’t believe she did that,” Kate says by way of greeting. “Joey told me. I knew she was bad, but exposing your condoms to everyone?”
“And birth control,” I say grimly as I step over to the table of a gay couple who look amused by my conversation. “She’s a bitch.”
“I mean, she must have put them in the top of your bag on purpose,” Kate rants as I take the couple’s orders. “I’m guessing you don’t leave them all at the top.”
“Hell, no. I keep them in a separate pocket and everything.” I head for the kitchen, but stop to finish the conversation. “She wants me gone. So does her mother, who offered to gi
