”
“And I was watching them on the drive. They talked a lot, but they didn’t really say much. I know that sounds dumb, but… they sort of… I dunno…
“It’s because they’re intimate,” I said after a moment. I wondered if Christy would make the connection about the two of us, but she was too focused on Mom and Susan.
“Exactly! Intimate.” She thought about it for a moment and smiled.
“Wow, that’s so cool. They really…?”
“Love each other,” I finished with a nod.
“And your mom still loves your dad?”
“What does he think about her? Susan, I mean.”
“That,” I said with a laugh, “is a much longer story. The short version is that he likes her a lot. I don’t know if he loves her—not like Mom—but probably pretty close.”
“So he isn’t jealous?”
“No. Why should he be?”
“But… how does she do it? Love two people at once?”
“Think about it. You love your brothers, don’t you? All of them?”
“Of course. But that’s different.”
“Is it? Is romantic love different than familial love?”
“Because I don’t want to… you know… with my brothers.”
“Shh! Keep your voice down.”
“These walls are cinder block,” I said with a chuckle. “No one’s gonna hear us.”
“Christy, love is love. And sex isn’t the same thing.” I held up a hand to stop her. “I know, this is the same argument we almost had during the flight.
So let’s not have it now either. Okay?”
She thought about it and nodded.
“In any case, we need to change clothes and get ready for the receiving of friends. But… let me leave you with something to think about. Not an argument. Just… a couple of rhetorical questions. Is that fair?”
“Okay, here goes. Do you love everyone you have sex with? And do you have sex with everyone you love?”
“What about all the girls?”
“All the girls? You make it sound like an army! What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“I think you’re a girl who likes sex. And that’s okay. I’m not judging you.”
“Am I? I mean, really? Or do you feel guilty because you were taught that you should only have sex with one person—your husband—and no one else, till death do you part?”
“Don’t throw religion in my face again!”
She narrowed her eyes dangerously and looked so much like her father that I almost laughed.
“Okay,” she said warily.
I put my finger to her lips. “Just think about it. I’m fine if we never talk about it again. Fair enough?”
“Okay. Now, are you ready to change clothes?” She nodded, so I lifted my finger.
“I’ll wait outside,” she said.
“Why? You’ve seen me before.
