A yawn comes before the answer, and I can hear Pat murmuring something in the background. “It’s okay. What’s up?” I pause, not for dramatic effect but because I choke on the words. Which is why what comes out of my mouth is: “I slept with James.” “What?!” Lindy’s screech is ear-splitting and makes me realize what I’ve said or more how it sounds. “Like, in a bed.” “Winnie! I don’t need details!” I slap a hand to my forehead. “No! I’m not saying this right. What I mean is we slept in the same bed. Just for the sleeping. Not the sexing.” Hi. I’m Winnie. I’m twenty-eight, and I just referred to
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