“I’m meeting Sofia forbreakfast.”
“Sofia Diaz?”
“Yes, do you remember her?”
“Yes, of course. It’s been a few years since I saw Sofia, but her father works for the police department. I see him regularly around town.”
Megan used to have a huge crush on Sofia’s father—she and Sofia had known each other since being three years old. Despite the distance, they managed to stay close friends throughout Megan’s time in England. Whenever she returned to New York, Sofia would be up there with her family on the list of people to see.
“Good old Mr. Diaz. He’s like a fine wine,”Megan joked.
“Do you remember when you came to visit? You must have been fourteen, and Sofia was having a birthday party. You said to me, ‘when I’m older I’ll marry a man like Mr. Diaz, he’s perfect’. You had such a crush, it was adorable.”
“I think my taste in men has changed significantly,Aunt Julie.”
“You mean you addedwoin front of men.” They both laughed hysterically.
“Well, yes, there is that. Mr. Diaz doesn’t quite do it forme anymore.”
“What about young Sofia? Is she moreyour type?”
“God no, she’s like a sister.” Megan ferociously shook her head.
“Have you spoken to your parents yet? About preferring a Missover a Mr?”
Megan looked awkwardly at her hands.“Not quite.”
“You know they’ll be okay, right?”
“Yeah, Iknow that.”
“Then what’s stopping you?”
Megan often asked herself that very question. She had told her aunt about her attraction to women when she was nineteen; she’d never gone as far as to say‘I’m gay’as the idea of being placed into a box and labelled made her uncomfortable. As the years went by, her sexual preference switched mainly towards women—the intimacy, the passion, the relatability and comfort of being with a woman felt like nothing she’d everexperienced.
“I guess I’m waiting for the person worthy of tellingthem about.”
“Do they not ask? About yourlove life?”
Megan sneered. “Can you imagine my dad asking me about my love life? I don’t know who that would be more uncomfortable for. I think he assumes I’m still a virgin and will not be toldotherwise.”
A small blueberry fell from Julie’s mouth as she grinned. “What about your mom?”
Megan leant over the marble kitchen surface, her aunt’s food making her stomach groan.
“It’s just not something we discuss. She used to ask me if I was dating any boys, then I think as the years went by, she stopped asking. I was always reluctant to talk about it—she must have sensed that.” She glanced at her watch; it was almost time to leave.
“You should tell them soon. I know your grandma knows and your friends. Nothing will change.”
“I know that and I’m not keeping it from them because I fear their reaction. It just doesn’t define me, yanno? I’m still Megan Davis whether I’m gay, straight, bisexual or transsexual. I just don’t want to make a big dealout of it.”
“Okay, you do it whenever you’re ready, sweetheart. I’ll support you no matter what.”
“Thanks, Aunt Julie.” Megan kissed her aunt on the cheek. “I’ve got to go. I said I’d meet Sofia in twenty minutes.”
“Do you want dinner tonight?”
“Yes, please.”
