“Actually, I have a girlfriend.” She picked up her croissant as if she were going to bat her eyelashes from behind it. “We’ve been together for a year and a half. We live together.” “Connie, that’s great. That’s really super. Is this a new predilection?” “No, it’s always been there. This is just more serious than usual.” “You know, if she were a boy, I think I’d be jealous. Where’d you meet her?”
