“Wine,” Karen says firmly. “We are all toasting Jesus after the rain He sent. And don’t touch the Lambrusco because it’s for spicy Italian food. Get the California Red in the fridge.”
Ally takes Tracy’s silence as a passive agreement. She goes to the cold box and finds the Red. Wine glasses are above the sink from where she grabs three. Setting up business on the table, she notices Tracy bringing the cutting board over to Karen at the stove. She sits back at the table continuing to surf for games lesbians play.
“You guys know there’s video games just for us?” Ally quizzes them.
“For real?” Tracy replies, rinsing the cutting board off at the sink.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Karen retorts, tasting her own work from the pan. “Why play a video game when you can have the real thing?” She re
