“Okay, that’s enough,” she said.I stopped and just looked at her. We knew each other pretty well, by now, so she knew I was waiting to hear what...she’d learned. It took her a while and I saw colors of embarrassment and fear dart around her head like butterflies.“When I was a girl, I had a friend come to my house for a sleepover,” she said. “Her name was Annie.” She stopped.“Okay,” I said.She closed her eyes, but went on.“Annie and I were very close. We felt things for each other we weren’t. My own body was strange, too. Sleeping naked had been a pleasure once, but in my unfamiliar new bed, distracted by every random swish of a passing car, I felt like I was still on display at one of my ex’s half-hearted orgies.The crickets were happy enough, at least. Their chirping reached me from far outside, and if it didn’t lull me to sleep, it leached some of the poison from my mind. The tension in my limbs was beginning to soften when I heard a woman cry outside my window.“Ugh!”She sounded. ." If you wanted to sleep with a woman, why didn't you just come to me," Connie said with a hurt look on her face. "You know that I love you and would do it in a heartbeat." I love you too, Connie," Heather said, "but there's a good reason I didn't ask you."Unlike Heather, who had only one bisexual experience to her credit, Connie had been having affairs with women since she was sixteen years old. Something her brother was totally ignorant of.The younger woman had only discovered it herself a. The final end of a marriage, even one in its terminal stages, will do that to you.I sniffled for a while, feeling sorry for myself. Then I got angry instead and thought of murder-suicide, then just murder, and then finally downgraded it to maybe acid washing his car. Finally, I put the stupid stuff away and began to think properly.I spoke to a friend, who gave me a couple of little plastic things and told me what to do, which I carefully wrote down. The next day, I walked back into the building.