The Beau & the Belle

by R.S. Grey

When I catch up, I link our elbows so I don’t lose her again. “I don’t know, Rose. She had gold hoop earrings and everything—and did you see that crystal ball on her table? You can’t just buy those things from Spencer’s.” She aims another sneer in my direction. “Listen, the night before I met Jeremy, I had a psychic tell me I was about to meet the love of my life.” “Okay, but didn’t Jeremy leave you for a guy?” “That’s not the point!” I’m confused. “So the love of your life is a gay guy?” “No, he sucks, but what matters is I met him the very next day.” Well I’m convinced.