Chapter Six
Genna’s Circle
Fran wore her Lesbianism like a badge: a loud, brassy broad whose hard face, mannish clothes, and defiantly set jaw shouted “Bull Dyke” to anyone who would dare to stare. As for the others, they held their s****l preferences to be a very private matter. Sometimes when they got together, especially after a few drinks, there was some talk about coming out of the closet. But it was only talk; it never went anywhere. The shrieking militants left them cold. What was to be gained? They saw no need to advertise: discretion being eminently so much more sensible. And they were sensible women — professional women, whose careers might well be harmed by disclosure, except of course, for Magda and Beth. Magda, haughty, aristocratic, impervious, simply didn’t give a damn. Sh
