Straight Girl’s Best Friend
“What is is, K? Are you in pain?” Alex asked.
“No, no,” Kary said. “I just…figured something out. And I’m kind of sad I didn’t understand it before.”
Alex waited. She wouldn’t interrupt Kary’s processing or invalidate Kary’s feelings. Alex hung on every word as if they were read from a holy book and Kary was the last person on earth.
“This is love,” Kary said, keeping her eyes fixed on Alex’s. “Isn’t it?”
Alex didn’t look away, didn’t flinch and didn’t hesitate. “It always has been, K.” Alex kissed the back of Kary’s casted hand where she’d drawn an elaborate comic-book-worthy “POW” with lightning and shock waves. Alex’s smile was a quirky, knowing little thing.
Kary felt the bittersweet blanket flutter into a tingly excitement. Yes, it had, she thought. Always.
