“Not she,” Danine replied, seeming at the end of her rope. “Cal.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Cal was genderqueer. I figured that’s how you knew each other, from one of those trans orgs. Volunteer work or support groups, something like that.”
Whitney felt a little as though she’d been hit with a frying pan. She should be used to being read by now, but she wasn’t. She was really starting to think she passed perfectly well. It was jarring, when some stranger came right out and acknowledged it like that.
“I didn’t know Cal at all. The law firm where I work is right near the elevator where...” Whitney couldn’t finish that thought. “Bruce and I were very touched by her passing. We just wanted to pay our respects, that’s all.”
“Not her,” Danine said, sounding increasingly aggravated. “Cal didn
