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they could start over again. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
    She had just stepped out of the car and was preparing to cross the street when another car pulled up. Jamie stepped out. CC's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her lover as the early morning sun caressed her golden locks. Of course if CC had been thinking clearly she would have wondered why Jamie was just coming home at this hour. Or perhaps she would have noticed the driver of the car, a tall redhead stepping out and walking over to Jamie.
    CC felt as if she had been shot once again as she watched in horror as the two women embraced one another. She was certain that her heart died that day as she watched her lover sticking her tongue into another woman's mouth. The tears welled up in her eyes, as she felt sick. She threw open the car door and climbed inside hiding from the sight of betrayal. She was crying so hard that she never noticed the other woman's departure. For a brief moment she looked up and caught a curious look from Jamie. Never certain if Jamie had seen her she drove off and never looked back.
    "Well that's the whole story, Peanut." CC whispered to her niece. Emma simply blew bubbles in response. "You are such a good listener. I guess I never told Jamie the truth because she had replaced me so easily. Never fall in love, Emma it's just not worth it. Of course you may never get the chance to date. Between your parents and me I don't think any gentleman caller would stand a chance. Of course I think your Dad has your prom gown already designed. I don't know why I'm worrying about all of this. It's not like Jamie and I would still be together. I mean look at your Mom. She and Katrina were the perfect lesbian couple and look what happened."
    "Katrina decided to have an early midlife crisis." Stevie's voice interrupted her. "What are you telling my daughter?"
    "Nothing." CC feigned innocence.
    "Uh huh." Stevie chuckled as she reached out for Emma.
    "No." CC whined.
    "She needs to be fed." Stevie pointed out. "So unless you can do that . . ."
    "Oh." CC blushed as she reluctantly handed Emma over to her Mother.
    "Some big stuff cop you are." Stevie chuckled as she returned to her bedroom and sat down in the rocking chair. Opening her blouse she began to feed her daughter.
    "Hey!" CC pouted. "Does that hurt?"
    "Hmm." Stevie winced slightly. "Sometimes. Now what is this about a prom dress?"
    "I was just telling the little peanut that her Daddy probably has already designed one for her." CC chuckled.
    "Probably." Stevie said with a smile. "But what's the point of having a father who's a big drag queen if he won't design clothes for you? Nobody does Liza better than your Daddy. Do they sweetie?" Stevie smiled down at her daughter. "Do you know what you are going to do yet?"
    "About?" CC asked suspiciously.
    "James." Stevie answered directly.
    "Not a clue." CC sighed in defeat.

   

    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    J AMIE SHIFTED SLIGHTLY, trying not to disturb her companion. She eased her way out of bed, hoping not to awaken her new friend. Jamie blinked slowly as she focused on the loud decor of the strange apartment. 'What is it they say? I would never choose this wallpaper,' she thought as she searched for her missing clothing. "Where are you going?" a voice murmured from the bed.
    "Time to go," Jamie answered bluntly as she pulled her jeans on.
    "But . . . I thought that maybe," the brunette began in a desperate tone.
    "Sorry . . ." Jamie paused as she tried to recall the woman's name, unable to decide if it was Trudy or Tracy. Perhaps it was Stacy. No, it definitely began with a "T". Jamie shook her head, deciding to move on. "I don't do overnight. I told you that." Jamie's tone was gentle and yet unwavering. "It's late. I need to get going," Jamie offered as she pulled on her T-shirt and then covered it with her charcoal sweater. She pulled on her leather car coat and leaned over to kiss the woman goodbye.
    "Can I call you?" the brunette