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Angelica Porter-Kennard wasn’t an AP student for nothing. When she went to sleep on Wednesday night, she set a silent phone alarm for 6:00 a.m., so she could get up and check where Mama T spent the night. At 6:03 she tapped very carefully – not so loud as to reach Mama B’s ears, not so soft as to raise a charge of not respecting Mama T’s privacy – but both guest bedrooms were empty. Untouched. No one was even pretending they hadn’t spent the night together.
She stared at the master bedroom door. As far back as she could remember her home had only ever had one cast-iron rule: If your mommies’ bedroom door is closed, Angelica/Angie/honey/sweetheart/boo, please knock and wait for one of us to come let you in. It hadn’t always worked. ‘Doing yoga’ or ‘playing naked statue’ (a game just for grown-ups, apparently) or ‘getting something out of Mama T’s eye’ had become ‘mommies have special cuddles’, ‘everyone needs time for themselves sometimes’, ‘you can ask us to knock on your door too’ etc.
A wild thought flew into Angie’s head: that she should just knock right now and get them to explain – finally – what was going on. But she didn’t. She went back to her room and lay watching the first five seconds of dozens of TikTok videos and scrolling Instagram to the point of blur. Didn’t even want to talk to Jordi.
Bette, meanwhile, was wide awake. Angie may have thought herself stealthy but her mother had heard every footstep.
She breathed as softly and as evenly as she could, not to wake Tina. They were on their sides, Bette the big spoon as always, on her right side with her left arm tucked around Tina’s waist. Her face buried in her hair, her left ankle in between Tina’s calves, thigh tight against her ass. She recalled so many mornings long ago when this situation would turn towards lovemaking. Bette liked mornings. She liked sleepy kisses and racing against the alarm clock and breathing-in a lover’s neck and crotch, warm and musky . . .
But now, nothing. Bette sent enquiries to her nerve-endings, looking for that electric tingle of arousal, and was surprised they came back blank. She was also surprised that this didn’t faze her.