She nodded and folded her hands. “Okay. Rosa and I are a couple.” The three of us began to laugh, out of relief and nervousness. Then Ofelia asked, “Don’t you want to know if I’m gay?” “Does it really matter?” I asked. “Come on,” Rosa insisted. “Just ask her if she’s gay.” I was used to their subtle manipulation around this matter, so I decided to play along. “Okay. Ofelia, are you gay?” Ofelia smiled at me coquettishly. “I suppose you could say I’m a late-bloomer bisexual. I married Martín without having ever been with anyone. While we were married, I lived with Martín and Martín alone.
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