“Oh, my God. You’re so…old.”
She laughed. “Twenty-one and counting.”
She lowered her voice and leaned closer. “Is it true what they say…about you?”
One reason I was glad not to be in the village was that I didn’t have to deal with the disapproval of people I barely knew, let alone of those I did. She realized I didn’t take as she intended.
“I hope so.” She pulled back a bit. “I’ve been lusting after you for years. We’ve had some very happy times together,” and she again burst into laughter.
“You mean?”
“Yes. Gay. My parents know but prefer that not too many people do.” I understood this. There was enough animus in the village to make it uncomfortable to her parents, among the old-line “pillars of the community.”
Olivia was a senior at Manhattanville College in nearby Purchase, New Y
