![]() ![]() “Takes a damn long time to learn that, don’t it?” Wanda nodded but didn’t look at me, just sat there twisting the ring on her middle finger and staring into the parking lot across the street. Took me a long time to grow up and stop falling in love with women who would treat me bad.” I said it as if it were accomplished, as if I were not at that moment in love with yet another hard-eyed bitter woman. ![]() She treated me just about like he treated you. ![]() She was like that boy you wanted to marry. “The woman love you back?” Wanda asked me. Sex was dangerous enough, and our family was proof that love was a disaster waiting to happen. I reminded myself that there were just some things we never had talked about before, like sex, money, and broken bones. “Well,” she drawled, and looked away as if that would help her not to laugh, “that’ll do it, I suppose. Her mouth quirked, one side twitching as if she wanted to grin but didn’t dare. “I fell in love with a woman,” I said, matching her in tone and attitude. I looked into her deceptively clear brown eyes and considered the question. ![]()
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