Chapter Three: An Unusual Proposition
Theresa stayed up until two that night. At first she was building up the courage to call Frieda. But then the when she finally did call and get a voice mail, she lost her nerve.
Another hour after that was spent, looking for the right words to leave into her voice mail. She needed to apologize for her cowardice. And she needed to make it clear that whatever things may have looked like, she really, truly did care deeply about her and she wanted nothing more than to be with her.
But when she summoned the nerve to call a second time, her thoughts spilled out in a confused mess of word salad. “This thing with my parents, Frieda, it’s just a thing… I mean, it’s bad, I know that. And I know what it looks like – or maybe I don’t. It’s just… you know. Or so
