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Tina drew back and all but growled as she said, ‘You want me to jump you right now?’
They stared at each other. Tina’s hair was a beautiful pale gold again. Bette’s was her usual extravagance of brown-black curls. Her breathing deepened as Tina’s pupils darkened and then the final cymbal of the song shimmered in their ears as their lips finally met and their hearts melted into one . . .
And a little ways away, someone was watching.
As far back as she could remember, Angelica had known that her mothers were special – and not always in a good way. She knew, for example, that the story of their first meeting was kind of a lesbian legend in LA: the earring Mama B gently plucked out of Mama T’s hair, the kiss they had when Mama T went back for it. She knew that they’d had a lot of sadness before she was born. Every year, on the same date, her parents went to a beach alone and remembered a baby that was lost. She knew that Dana’s was named after the tennis player who died from cancer and that both she and Bee had once dated Aunt Alice. She knew Mama B had been unfaithful to Mama T, and that Tee was bisexual. She remembered signs taught to her by the deaf woman, Jodie, and the night that Jenny drowned in their pool. For Angie, though, her childhood was New York, and her teenage years were Silver Lake, which meant – she guessed – that coming home from Princeton would mean going to Temecula!
She smiled and sipped her root beer. Yeah, she wanted to go to Princeton, there wasn’t any doubt about that. But like Mama B, she liked to do things her own way . . .
On the other side of the decking Uncle Shane went up to Tina and Bette at the end of their dance and said something. She had one of her hands on each of their shoulders. They were all smiling. Then Tina was fondling Bette’s hair.
Angie watched. Now Aunt Alice went over. She had a phone and something to show them. They all leaned in, looking at the screen, and then Alice looked up, scanning her guests until her eyes alighted on her earthdaughter.
Alice called Angie’s name and the others all looked in her direction too, calling and waving, beckoning her with beautiful, smiling faces. Around her mothers’ necks were the silver necklaces with the letter ‘A’. Happy tears tingled Angie’s nose as she put down her drink and walked towards them.
Author’s note: Epilogue to follow soon…