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"In the refrigerator in the little drawer on the left," Kathleen said, picking up eggs and cracking
them into a glass measuring cup. I wasn't sure what exactly just happened but suddenly I felt
lighter and more at ease than I had in days. Kathleen and I didn't say much more after that, but
we whipped up breakfast quite amiably, and by the time Gareth, Julie and her brothers came
down to join us we had eggs, muffins, fresh coffee and a plate of fruit on the table.
Julie was wearing sweats and a soft cotton T-shirt and looked sleep-softened and so beautiful
that I kissed her before she sat down at the table without thinking about it. She stiffened a little
and then pulled away, and I realized with some discomfort that she wasn't ready to be kissed in
front of her parents.
"Relax, baby," I whispered.
"You've been down here with my mother all morning?" she whispered back.
"Yes, it's fine, we made breakfast," I assured her, but Julie looked doubtful. "Relax."
"All right you two, no whispering at the breakfast table," Kathleen chimed in cheerfully. Julie
glanced over at her mother and then back at me, her expression full of questions. I just smiled
and winked at her.
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"I'll get you some coffee," I said, giving Julie's arm a squeeze and then went to fetch the pot. I
wish I hadn't had my back turned for what happened next.
I heard Kathleen clear her throat. "Lesbianlesbianlesbian," she said clearly, if just a little bit
rushed. I whirled around in time to see everyone at the table momentarily frozen, their
expressions caught between shock and amusement. I watched as Kathleen set half a grapefruit
down in front of Julie.
"So we're all speaking finally?" Gareth asked from the head of the table.
Kathleen gave her husband a swat on his balding head and the table erupted in laughter. "Gareth
McHugh, don't borrow trouble," Kathleen chided in a teasing tone. "Eat your breakfast." She set
a plate of eggs down in front of him.
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It was cold the day we were to fly home. Actually, it was cold every day we were in Vail, but the
wind that morning was particularly bitter despite the brilliant sunshine. Julie and I had packed
the night before, so while she busied herself with farewells to her various family members, I
played anti-social in favor of sipping some coffee and looking out the enormous windows one
more time at the magnificent view.
Andrew was sitting with me, playing some handheld video game; an X-2 or a Gamebox or
something. Ever since we'd bonded over our love of 'boobies' on Christmas Day, he'd been
spending most of his time wherever I was in the house. I guess he felt more comfortable with us
than with his grandparents. Every so often he would talk back to the game, but he hadn't said a
word to me in close to an hour, so when he finally spoke up he startled me.
"So, Aunt Gail& "
I blinked. "Aunt?" God, that made me sound so fucking old. "Oh God, Andrew, just 'Gail'.
Please."
"Mother said "
I was sure he was going to leap into a long admonishment from his mother about respect for
one's elders that was going to make me feel ancient instead of just old so I interrupted him. "Just
Gail. Okay?"
Andrew's brow furrowed thoughtfully, as if he was a having a hard time fitting my request in
with his upbringing, and then he finally spoke again. "Gail," he repeated. "Gail, are you seriously
in love with Aunt Julie?"
"Yeah," I answered easily. "I am seriously in love with Aunt Julie."
"Aunt Julie is seriously in love with Aunt Gail, too."
Julie's voice startled the hell out of me and I jumped off the couch, nearly sending my coffee cup
flying. My heart was pounding. "Christ, Julie, you need to make more noise when you're
eavesdropping."
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"She said just 'Gail'," Andrew chimed in, apparently not nearly as startled by Julie's sudden
entrance as I had been.
"Well, 'just Gail', come out and say goodbye to my parents."
The whole goodbye scene was not something I'd been looking forward to. Shaking hands, being
polite, smiling, thank you's, none of it was my thing. I decided to play it cool. "I'm kind of busy
right now."
"What?"
"You know, my buddy Andrew and I were just having a little guy talk."
Julie arched one fine eyebrow. "Gail."
"Oooh. Fight!" Andrew climbed up to sit on the back of his chair and left his electronic widget
on the table. It beeped and chattered annoyingly.
I bristled. "We're not fighting."
Julie put her hands on her hips and flashed mock-threatening eyes at me. "Gail Anne Pietrowski,
if you "
"Pietrowski?" Andrew parroted.
"Shh!" I waved a hand at Andrew. "For Christ's sake Julie, let's not let your mother find out I'm a
Polack, too, she might burst something."
Julie stepped into the room so it was harder to ignore her. Then she came around in front of me
and sat beside me on the couch and there was no escaping those green eyes. "If you're going to
make them wait, let's at least have a good excuse. How about you start with the part where you
are seriously in love with 'Aunt Julie'?"
I looked at her and smiled. I thought about throwing back something sarcastic, but there was no
point in trying to deny her anything. "I am seriously in love with Aunt Julie." I repeated, holding
her gaze. Julie was so beautiful with the sunlight in her hair. I licked my lips as my mouth went
dry.
"You are?"
"Yeah. I mean, yes," I answered with the slight correction. Julie was always complaining that I
sounded like one of her teenagers. "Yes, I am."
"Are you guys gonna kiss, because I'm so outta here if you are." Andrew demanded from his
perch across the room.
Julie nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off me. "I think we are."
"Ew!" Andrew shouted and hopped off of his chair. "Gross."
"Bye, kid. Tell your grandparents we'll be a minute." I said, pulling Julie into my arms.
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Andrew had to have the last word. "Lesbiablesbianlesbian!" he taunted as he ran from the room.
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For Better or Worse
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