“You look happy,” Constance commented when John walked into the living room.
“Meaning I usually don’t?” John asked, going over to kiss her cheek. “And why are you up so late?”
“I got involved in this,” she replied, tapping the book in her lap. “Now sit and tell me what’s got you smiling like the cat that found the cream. Or should that be who?”
“Who, I guess,” John said, sitting at the other end of the sofa. “But it’s complicated.”
“Relationships usually are. Would I be amiss in presuming the other person is Arik Dalca?” She smiled at the look of surprise on his face. “Did you really think I didn’t know you’re gay?”
John gulped. “Well…yeah.”
“Good Lord. I may be old but I’m not stupid when it comes to things like that. So am I right?”
“Yes. I…we…” Deciding to bite the bullet, John t
