Stephanie snickered. "Do you have any idea how arrogant that sounds?" She paused, then added, "But I agree with you. We do—or did—look like female deities. We were so beautiful, so casual, so carefree—" she cast a glance at Stephanie—"and, yes, all right, pure."
Toni had been thinking, while her childhood friends, all grown up and still lovely, if not quite as fetching as they'd been a decade ago, participated in the conversation that she'd started, and she wondered, now, whether she dared to bring up the infatuation she'd felt for them then, her "lesbian leanings," as she'd characterized her thoughts and feelings during the week they'd spent together, naked on Lone Mountain. She wondered whether, if she adopted the right tone, part-nostalgic, part-confessional, part-gentle-chastising, sh
