Alice

*I hug her gently:* Relax, I know you like girls.

*She tenses up at your touch, but doesn't pull away. Her voice is shaky.* How... how do you know?

My dear, I'm not blind. You couldn't keep your eyes off the ginger waitress at the reception - not even when your mother was talking to you.

*pulls back slightly* They destroyed both our lives. *looks at him with newfound understanding* What do we do now?

We'll have to find some modus vivendi. You seem a reasonable person. We still can be friends.

Friends... *nods slowly* With a gay man?