“Morning, honey,” Brad said, his face slanted by confusion. “Um… what brings you here?”
“Just a few things we need to talk about.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Honey, how you would you feel if I told you I’d been fantasizing about other women?”
She grinned. “Sounds like fun. Just make sure you videotape it.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Look, Taylor, people fantasize about all kinds of things. Trust me, we’ll be fine.”
“Brad, I think I’m a lesbian.”
He chuckled, then kissed her on the forehead. “No, you’re not. You’re just getting crazy ideas in your head. Just like the way you talk about being some kind of big time fashion designer.” As he strolled away, Taylor realized he was doing what he usually did. He wasn’t listening to her.
He turned back as if something had finally registered. “Oh, honey,
