Waiting by Q. Kelly

Author:Q. Kelly
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: family, interracial, adoption, lesbian romance, transgender, coma, lesbian sex, lesbian romance lesbian fiction lesbian desire, open adoption, lesbian motherhood, persistent vegetative state, lesbian love story, pvs, minimally conscious, steppfamily
Publisher: Q. Kelly

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The bowling alley was mostly full. "Let's get your stuff," Lena said. Caris ended up with red and tan clown shoes, with thick black laces. No fair. The shoes Lena brought from home were purple, sleek and attractive.

"If I lose, I'm blaming my shoes. That looks like mold growing on the left one," Caris grumbled.

Lena won the first game, 205 to 135. "You set me up," Caris said accusingly.

Lena laughed. "What?"

"What? What?" Caris mocked Lena. "Two hundred and five? Who bowls that?"

"Someone's competitive."

Caris shook her head. "Two hundred and five! We're going to a movie next time."

Next time.

Lena looked at her, catching the slip, too. "Next time," Lena repeated.

"Is that okay?"

"Sure, sure, whatever. I'd like that."

Sometime during the second game, and after they'd had a couple of beers, Caris realized the warm glow inside her was not her mild buzz. It was a glow of fun. This is what it's like to be out and have fun. I'd almost forgotten. She had not thought about Dale. Or about herself. Or, amazingly enough, about who Lena was. She lost herself in Lena's laugh, in her brown-green eyes. Caris was merely someone out with a friend and having playful adult conversations. Perfectly ordinary. She liked feeling normal again. No one treating her with kid gloves because of her vegetative wife.

Lena won the second game, 211 to 132. "Best of four," she said with a wink.

Caris took Lena's hand. "Time for me to show off. Come on." A jumble of stuffed animals crowded the display at a claw crane game. "See anything you like?"

"These are rip offs. Money vampires."

"I'm pretty good at them."

Lena's brows rose. "Really? Okay. That bowling ball doll is adorable. That's a perfect way to remember tonight."

"You'll want to remember tonight?"

"211 to 132? Gee. Let me think."

Caris swatted Lena's shoulder. "Ugh. You're awful."

Game three also went to Lena, and she and Caris walked out together. Not quite holding hands, but close, hands brushing each other. Lena had put her bowling ball doll prize in her bowling bag. The parking lot lights exposed a sky that was gray, smudgy, polluted. Not exactly beautiful. Caris barely noticed, thanks to the beer tumbling in her veins. The moon was moving. Or maybe that was her newfound heady sensation.

"Want to go somewhere else or call it a night?" Lena asked.

Caris ran her hands over Lena's car, a lime green VW bug. Lena had driven them to the alley. "I told your grandparents I'd be back by ten-thirty to give Donovan his bottle." Caris had set the early deadline as a precaution to avoid getting too chummy with Lena. But right now, she was cursing herself.

"It's ten o' clock," Lena said.

"I'll call and see if one of them will do it. I'm sure they will." If Caris went home, Donovan would cry, his wails rising and rising and his lips would pucker for her cow udders and Shirley would be How did it go with Lena so glad you're becoming friends Tell me everything doesn't she bowl good, that's my granddaughter.

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