“Did you find out who it was?” Sophie asked, her eyes wide.
“It had to be Lessie, or so I thought. She would want to make me think it was someone else, but I knew it had to be her. Frustrated, I spent the week desperate for the weekend and the next Monday to come around. Things with Lessie were progressing along nicely. She was introducing me to friends, and that weekend she was taking me to meet her parents.”
“So she grew up in Johannesburg, did she?”
“Yeah, her father is CEO of a major company, and the family moved there when she was a teenager.”
“They know she’s gay?”
“Of course, and they support her one hundred percent. Totally nonjudgmental, the way everyone should be.
“We had a fabulous dinner with her family on Sunday night, and Lessie seemed as though she wanted to ask me som
