When Trudy told me she’s bisexual, initially I felt asexual. Shut down. We’ve been married for twenty-two years, and through all that, never this. Not even close.
There was an occasional three-way. Okay, once. Mostly it was me who’d suggested it.
“Do you have anyone in mind?” I asked her. We were driving to our neighbors, Betty and Bob Dickerson.
“There’s the librarian,” Trudy said. “I always liked her.”
“Okay,” I said. “But, like her, like her?” I wasn’t sure I was ready to have this discussion. What would our kids think, even if they are all adults?
“Or that lady who reads our meters.” Trudy smiled. She tucked her bangs behind an ear.
I was intrigued in a strange way, like a door was opening. The strings were unraveling, the car began to fly.
Robert Vaughan’s plays have been produced in N.Y.C., L.A., S.F. and Milwaukee, where he currently resides. He leads two adult writing roundtables for Redbird-Redoak Studios. His fiction and poetry has/will appear in magazines Short, Fast & Deadly, 50 to 1, Heavy Bear, Postcard Shorts, Lesser Flamingo, Clutching at Straws, Thunderclap Press and Tryst. He’s a fiction editor at jmww magazine. His blog, One Writer’s Life, is at http://rgv7735.wordpress.com.
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