The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

“Sorry. I’m not trying to put you on the spot.”

“No, that’s okay. I guess I’ve always wanted to learn

how to sew.”

“Sew?”

“Yeah. Like quilts and stuff. On a machine. I can do

some basic hand sewing, but I’ve always wanted to learn how

to make a quilt. I thought that would be cool. It’s something

you could have forever. I’ve never been very crafty,

unfortunately.”

“We should take a class! I’m sure there are classes!

Let’s learn how to do it!”

“Really? Seriously?”

“Yes!” I slap my hand down to emphasize, but I keep

forgetting we’re in a pool and I splash water into my own face.

I laugh as I wipe it away. I feel wonderfully light this morning.

Yesterday was amazing. Today is going to be awesome. I

know that I will remember this weekend seriously forever. A

quilt of my own kind of memories to treasure for the rest of

my life.

“Anyway, about your class?”

“Right! Sorry. I got off track. Right now, before I grade

the exams, everyone is passing. I think everyone did fine on

the test too. Everyone usually does, because summer school

lets us have time to work with students on a more one on one

basis, so it’s easier for them to get the help they need with the

areas they’re struggling. The class sizes are too big during the

regular semester, so I can’t really do that, as much as I want to.

Not that I don’t try. Because I do try, but—”

“I know you try. You care so much.” Adley gives me a

look filled with tenderness.