But thank all the gods, Allison had. It had been their freshman year of high school. She had sat beside her, in this very room, as a matter of fact, as Shanaya had poured her heart out to her, explaining that she didn’t like men, at least sexually, and that she was attracted to women instead.
“Oh,” she had said, at the end of her impassioned speech. “I thought you might be.”
“You did? Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“Well, it wasn’t any of my business, was it?” Allison said reasonably. “But it wasn’t hard to notice. Every time there were a bunch of us around, talking about what guys at school were cute, or which movie star we thought was the best looking, you wouldn’t say a thing. But when a really hot woman was on television, like Valentina Belmonte or Brie Larson or Emma Watson, yo
