Shit…
“Is everything okay?” Amy asked when she heard Sally tell her mother goodbye.
“Yeah, fine. She was just calling to invite me out to dinner tonight but I told her that we’re flying back from San Francisco and that I most likely will just want to relax the rest of the day. Then I got an earful because I hadn’t told her I was even going to San Francisco.”
Amy was surprised.
“You didn’t tell your mother?”
Sally rolled her eyes.
“Trust me, if I had, all she would have done was tell me which doctor friends of hers have lesbian daughters living in the Bay Area and how I should give one of them a call.”
Amy smirked.
“Oh my goodness. Your mother and I definitely need to have a talk. Because you are soooooo taken!”
***
While waiting in the line to show their IDs and boarding passes to the TSA agent, Sally leaned over and whispered to Amy, “Oh, by the way, you had left your blue vibe on the nightstand back at the hotel and so I just popped it into my carry-on bag.” And here, Sally patted the handle of the Coach roll-away suitcase by her side. “When we get home, remind me to give it back to you.”
Amy swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.
“Wait…what?” she asked.
Sally took a moment to look around to make sure no one else was listening and repeated what she had just told Amy.
Amy blinked.
“It’s in there?” she asked, using her eyes to indicate the bag.
“Uh-huh.”
“Next!” the TSA agent called out in a Southern drawl.
Sally stepped forward, presented her I’m-not-a-terrorist documents and was waved forward, Amy keeping her eyes on the Coach bag as Sally wheeled it towards the X-ray line.
“Next!” the same TSA agent repeated.
Still keeping her eyes on Sally’s bag, Amy stepped forward and wordlessly handed over her driver’s license.
“Ma’am?” the TSA agent prodded. When Amy didn’t respond, he repeated the one word, more forcefully this time. “Ma’am!”
Amy looked at him.
“Ma’am, I need you to look at me, please, and lower your mask,” Holding up Amy’s license, the man compared the photo on it to Amy’s actual face. He then instructed her to hold her phone face-down on the scanner so her boarding pass could be read and then waved her on.
Catching up to Sally on the X-ray line, she whispered, “Don’t you remember what happened in The L Word?”
Above her face mask, Sally cocked an eyebrow in puzzlement.
“Um…the old L Word or the new L Word?” she asked.
“The old one.”
“Okaaaay…can you be more specific?” Sally asked.
“Season two, episode ten,” Amy stated.