Chapter 2

“Excuse me, Cambridge. You live here in Seattle. You haven’t said or even hinted at anything with the word ‘future’ in it, and you have no concrete plans to see her again any time soon. In spite of that, you might like her quite a bit. I didn’t know phone sex was in your repertoire.”

“I guess we’ll find that out, too.” Marty grinned. “I’m always willing to try something different.”

I sighed in resignation. “Yes, I know.”

Being Marty’s friend was more like being her keeper. Since we graduated from high school and college, I’ve seen her through too many wicked hangovers, numerous broken hearts (both Marty’s and the other woman’s), and, occasionally, a bar fight or two. I’ve made sure she had safe sex supplies and enough money to get home by taxi if she was too drunk to drive or at least enough to call a bail bondsman. Now I guess I’d have to see that she saved enough for airfare.

“I’m going to send her flowers,” Marty blurted.

“I take it then that she’s a femme.”