Coming Out on the Field: A Lesbian Romance by Sam Kestrel

Author:Sam Kestrel [Kestrel, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sam Kestrel
Published: 2022-12-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

That night, having procured extra hours at work, Dee was feeling better, if only a little. True, she’d ignored five phone calls from her parents and was too scared to listen to her voicemail. But she now had thirty hours at work, up from fifteen, and she could still make her classes at the community college. There wouldn’t be time for much else, but she’d be able to go to at least one of her softball practices, and she’d volunteered to work every Sunday to avoid working every other Saturday.

Dee took the initiative and made dinner, wanting to chip in and hoping Sara wouldn’t mind.

Sara walked in as Dee was adding minced garlic to sauteed onions in a pan on the stove. “Oh! Something smells good! I might need to keep you around if you’re going to cook.”

Dee smiled, suddenly shy. She finished cooking up the chicken stir-fry while Sara changed.

“What did you end up doing today?” Sara said, as she walked out of her bedroom, pulling a shirt over her head.

“Went to class and stopped by work to talk to my boss. I was able to get more hours at work, which is a relief.”

“That’s great,” Sara said. She poured herself some ice tea from the fridge. “Do you need any help?”

“No. I’m good.”

While Dee finished cooking, Sara read through her mail, both physical letters and email. She waited until dinner to pepper Dee with more questions. Toward the end of dinner, Dee mentioned the issue with her voicemail.

Sara interrupted her. “Can I see your phone?”

“Sure.”

“Unlock it for me.”

Dee wasn’t sure what Sara was doing, but did as she asked.

Sara put the phone to her ear, listened before hitting the delete button and repeated this several times before handing the phone back to Dee. “There. No more voicemails.”

“But what if there was something important?”

“There wasn’t. But that’s why I listened. Nothing they said would have been good for you to hear. I promise.”

“Thanks. I think.” Dee said this with a mixture of dread and relief. “But what did they say?” She figured it was too much to hope that they’d apologized. She was right.

“I don’t think you would gain anything by listening to them. Really. Your dad started out mad, then conciliatory, then really pissed off, and your mom pleaded.”

“Pleaded? Pleaded for what?”

“For you to come home and go see Pastor whatever his name is.”

“Pastor Wallace,” Dee said automatically. She suddenly had the urge to clear the air from before. “I never really apologized for blowing you off at softball practice.”

“It’s okay.” Sara took a drink of ice water. “And I shouldn’t have let things go as far as they did that night.”

“Do you regret it?” Dee asked. She took a drink of water, needing something to do with her hands. They’d both finished eating.

“No. Not at all. And I’d do it again … Um, forget I said that.” Sara paused, the air now filled with a new energy, an electric charge that pulsed around and between them. Sara plowed on.

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