10
Zoe
“It’s not a date,” I say, as I apply lipstick.
Brooklyn, who hangs out with me at the store after school until it closes, doesn’t believe me. “Of course it’s a date.”
“She doesn’t even know that I’m a lesbian, so how can it be a date?”
“Hm, newsflash, Mom. These days, you don’t actually have to tell people you’re a lesbian anymore. If you ask them out, it’s implied. Duh.” She says this as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. Oh, to be part of my daughter’s generation. No more coming outs required, apparently.
“We got talking about books and I just suggested we go for coffee. That’s all.”
“Just to be sure, I’ll make my own dinner tonight,” Brooklyn says.
“Fine.” I’m not going to argue over this anymore, but Brooklyn’s skepticism does make me wonder. Anna did react a little od
