Light Betrays Us by Greta Rose West EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Greta Rose West
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ABEY
IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, set them free.
Could I apply that to mself? Or how ’bout this: if our lives have been
made up of a series of moments in time filled with love and chaos and
wonder, would anyone mind if I deleted a minute? Just one. Specifically,
this one…
“So, are you butch?” my date asked, looking at my chest, right at tit
level, as she unfolded a paper napkin and placed it over her mini skirtcovered lap. “Or soft butch? Is that why you got involved in law
enforcement?” Finally, and for the first time since the hostess had led us to
our table and we’d sat, Kayla’s eyes lifted to mine.
I stared down at my outfit, a loose-fitting red and black flannel and
black skinny jeans. Was I giving off that vibe? A butch vibe? Just ’cause I’d
worn a flannel shirt? What kind of question was that? Who didn’t wear
flannel? There was literally nothing more comfy, and mine was thin and
soft. I spent forty bucks on the damn thing. It was probably the most
expensive piece of clothing I owned.
“Sorry?”
We’d been in this restaurant in downtown Jackson for three minutes,
and already, I regretted coming on this date.
The couple at the table next to ours clinked their tiny ceramic teacups in
a toast, but other than that, the buzz of conversation around us was low. I
peeked left and right. The topic of my sexuality wasn’t one I wanted
broadcasted. I mean, obviously, I was gay. I was on a date with a chick, for
shit’s sake, but c’mon.
She shrugged. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant, like, who are
you?”
She hadn’t meant anything by it? It could mean so many things. And
how did my flannel shirt have anything to do with who I was or my job as a
deputy for the Teton County Sheriff’s Department? Hadn’t she noticed the
almost see-through black lace tank underneath? I’d left the flannel’s buttons
open so she would. My boobs were practically screaming to get out of the
damn thing.
I would admit, no one would refer to me as the foremost expert on
lesbian lingo, but I was pretty sure there weren’t a lot of “butch” women
walking around with their chests on display.
But my rack wasn’t the thing I’d hoped my date would notice about me.
Unfortunately, it was usually the thing women did notice, which was
exactly the reason this was my first date in over two years. I didn’t want a
hookup. I wanted more. Who didn’t?
Who didn’t want love?
“Uh, I don’t really know how to answer that question.”
I was just me. Just Abey. Why did she feel the need to categorize me?
And now my date had me wondering if there was a website somewhere out
there that listed all the different types of lesbians. Could somebody clue me
in? Sitting across from an extremely feminine woman, with her flowing
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