Chapter 29

“I have…kind of an awkward question,” she says.

“Of course,” I say.

“I have a feeling it’s going to be hard for me to sleep alone.”

“So you’ll sleep in here with me,” I say. “My bed’s big enough for the both of us.”

She smiles. “Thanks, friend.”

“I’m going to make some tea. Do you want any?”

“Sure,” she smiles. “I’d love some.”

I head into the kitchen.

When I return to my room, Kate is lying on my bed, poring through my copy of The Well of Loneliness.

I put our cups of tea on the nightstand and let out a chuckle.

Kate looks up at me. “What?”

“You look so gay right now,” I smile. “I’m so proud.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she jokes, closing the book and showing me the cover. “Do you mind if I borrow this?”

“Mind? It’s basically required queer reading,” I reply. “And after that, I have a bunch more that you need to read.”

Kate looks thoughtfully at me for a second. “I think I might be bi. Is that terrible?”