It's now two years later. Janey and I have kept our separate places, but spend a good many of our evenings and weekends together. Neither of us has any need for men, at least as far as sex goes.
I still play golf with Heston with as much pleasure as ever, and, indeed, show him a good deal of affection. He and Hiram know about myself and Janey, but it seems to make very little difference to them. Janey uses sex to sell stock to men in the same way as before, and I, for my part, seem to attract men almost everywhere I go. It's probably not so much my change in orientation as the fact that my clothing reflects my growing income.
There are certainly times when it's inconvenient to have men sniffing after me, but, despite my continued association with Erika, I haven't adopted the same counter-measures. At any rate, Janey and I have proven that we can be lesbians without joining the battledress brigade.
Constanza married Hiram more than a year ago. The ceremony took place at Meadowbrook with Heston as best man and Janey and I as bridesmaids. The reception, rather free- wheeling from the beginning, moved to the first tee. In addition to gallons of wine, buckets of balls were there provided. The shots tended to scatter increasingly, and Bret Halvorson had the distinction of hitting the tee marker, from which point his ball took a great bounce and hit his own car in the parking lot.
After the guests had gone, the five of us in the wedding party repaired to the pro shop for coffee. I, only slightly drunk, formally thanked Hiram for saving me from a fate possibly worse than death. He was a little embarrassed, but Constanza dipped her finger in his glass of diet Pepsi and made mysterious marks on his forehead. These, she said, made him an honorary Sicilian.
Despite the general rise in Honda stock, it entered a flat period, with the result that Brad's options expired worthless. But that, appropriate in its way, was a small thing. Business is just great and I am seeing each thing, great and small, exactly as it is.