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to see through it but wasn’t quite able to. Her mind reacted slowly, grinding through the information instead of sifting through it quickly.
    “Gay bars?” Jennifer plopped down on the bed, spilling her schoolbooks to the floor.
    “Yeah.” Georgie joined her on the bed, crossing her legs as she gazed at Jennifer’s oddly vacant look. She tilted her head to one side as she tried to interpret her friend’s reaction. Then she playfully slapped Jennifer’s knee.
    “Oh, don’t worry. Women go there too. Most of the clubs are pretty mixed. But there are a couple of dyke bars too. But if you want the truth,” she wrinkled her nose, “they’re really more into the butch-femme thing. I’m not real comfortable there.” She stopped short and stared at the other girl’s blank stare. “It’s okay if that’s what you’re into, though. I could take you to either place.”
    Jennifer began to slowly shake her head. Dyke. Everyone had called Diane Miller a dyke.
    “Hello?” Georgie slapped her knee again. “Talk to me, girl. I feel like I’m digging myself into a hole here.”
    Bewildered, Jennifer continued to shake her head. “Georgie. You’re confusing the hell out of me. I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” she admitted.
    “You’re kidding me, right?”
    Blushing, Jennifer shook her head again.
    Dumbfounded, Georgie began to grin nervously. “Wait a minute. You said you and what’s her name …” she pointed to Sheila’s photograph.
    “Sheila.”
    “… are lovers.”
    Jennifer nodded.
    “You make love.”
    “Uh-huh.” The scarlet hue of her cheeks darkened as she grew defensive. “But we never called it anything.”
    “You’re a lesbian and you don’t even know it?”
     
    “Passengers, we have begun our descent to the Des Moines municipal airport. Local time is twelve-thirty.” The flight attendant’s voice broke through Jennifer’s reverie. “As we begin our final approach, please make sure that your seat backs and trays are in their upright and locked position.”
    Reluctantly, Jennifer relinquished the memory of that afternoon with Georgie. She had been so naive back then. Meeting Georgie had completely changed and opened up her life. They had become lovers, eventually. Nearly a full year later. But not until Jennifer had finally let go of Sheila. And that was one particular memory that Jennifer refused to think about now. Especially now.

Chapter 2
    All thoughts evaporated as Jennifer leaned over to watch the patchwork ground reaching up to greet her. Roads crisscrossed perfectly, creating perfect little squares of land. She smiled as a familiar tug pulled at her heart. It had been too long, and an old homesick feeling settled in her stomach as the wheels of the airplane touched and then grabbed the runway.
    A few minutes later, she was going through the walkway. Quickly scanning the faces in the crowd, her eyes instantly rested on her sister’s smile. She grinned as she covered the few feet between them and pulled the shorter woman into a bear hug.
    Jennifer stood back, each hand firmly clasped on her sister’s shoulders, and surveyed Sally’s features. Clear gray eyes smiled back at her.
    “Sally, you’re gorgeous. You haven’t changed a bit.”
    “My hair’s shorter.” Sally had always worn her auburn hair long. Now it was cut shorter, bluntly reaching the top of her shoulders.
    “Not as short as mine,” Jennifer laughed, running her fingers through her own short locks.
    Sally reached up and rubbed her sister’s head. “Wow. That’s short.” She leaned back a little, taking it in, then nodded. “It looks good. You look good. Healthy.”
    “It’s that Arizona sun. Hey, who’s this?” Her eyes dropped down to rest on the face of a little girl peering up at her from behind Sally’s leg. Jennifer squatted and reached out, ready to pull her niece into a hug. “Hi, Allison.”
    The little girl’s eyes grew wide as she pulled away, hiding farther behind