“Lucy,” I said, all serious. “I think I might be bi.” She stared at me, expectant. The silence stretched on for a long ass time before she finally squinted and said, “Okay, and?” I sputtered. “Good grief, isn’t that enough?” “Oh, sorry,” she said, schooling her face into a look of cartoonish surprise. “Egads! You are a bisexual! We must tell the church.”
