Frosting on the Cake by Karin Kallmaker

Author:Karin Kallmaker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Anthology, GLBT, Fiction, Romance, Adult, FF, Short Stories, Lesbian, Love Stories
ISBN: 9781931513401
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2003-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

Hot Flash

(4 years)

I’m not making her breakfast today. Leslie yanked her hairbrush through the snarl at the nape of her neck so hard it brought tears to her eyes. She can get her own damned breakfast.

One look at Melissa in her skimpy muscle shirt and secondskin biking shorts made Leslie feel like a Class One Frump. Melissa was reading the paper. There was no coffee made.

It was hard to keep a rein on her temper as she ground beans, but Leslie greeted Melissa civilly enough.

So she was rail-thin and young and out almost every night with a different woman. Leslie was hardly jealous of that. Okay, she was a lot jealous of the thin, young part. But she had Sarah in her bed every night. Once upon a time Melissa had been so lucky, but not anymore. In the battle for Sarah’s heart, the patient almost-crone had won.

“Morning,” Sarah murmured a few minutes later, her hair still damp from the shower. She poured herself a cup of the steaming coffee and scrabbled in the cupboard for cereal.

“I’ve already done five miles,” Melissa shared as she also got some coffee.

“I’m exhausted just to know that,” Sarah answered. “Nice blend, Les.”

Leslie spread jam on her toast and sipped the steaming, caffeine-loaded brew. “Mmm, hits the spot.”

Melissa did not say anything about the coffee. No thanks for Leslie having made it, again, for the twenty-second day in a row. Day 22 of Melissa’s prolonged stay was so far exactly like every day before it, that is, when Melissa was actually at their house in the morning. Leslie was used to being taken for granted by her son, but even Matt knew the phrase thank you. Thoroughly vexed, Leslie watched Sarah pour a second bowl of cereal, this one for Melissa, who of course would like some since Sarah already had it out.

She was so out of sorts she missed the warning signs of an impending hot flash. Given enough time, she usually shucked her outer layer of clothes to save washing them, but there was no way she was showing that much of her body to the taut, toned Melissa. She fanned herself surreptitiously as her stomach turned into a supernova, sending a wave of fire from the inside out. In a matter of seconds she was drenched from head to toe.

Sarah was chatting with Melissa about her ride when Leslie left the kitchen. She tried not to stomp up the stairs, but hot flashes left her temporarily drained of energy and her footsteps were heavy. She tossed her wet clothes in the hamper, then scrubbed her face and the back of her neck. In the flat morning light the gray streaks in her black hair looked as if they were lit by neon. A blast of cool air surprised her and she turned to see Sarah opening the window.

“Why couldn’t it happen before you took your shower— but I guess hot flashes have the same inconvenient rules as periods. You know, they start when you’re wearing new white pants.

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