"What do they do, make a date to have sex?"
Star asked her.
"I don't know. Maybe," Jade replied, thoughtful
for a moment. She smiled. "Maybe it's more
romantic."
"Oh yeah, you're married, but you got to make a
date to have sex. That's really romantic."
"Passion should be . . . unexpected," Misty said
with dreamy eyes turned toward the ceiling. "You've
got to turn toward the man you love and have your
eyes meet and then float into each other's arms with
music in your heart."
"You're living in your own soap opera," Star
told her, but not with her usual firmness. She looked
like she hoped she was wrong.
"Maybe, but that's the way it's going to be for
me and the man who loves me," Misty insisted. Jade drew her lips up in the corners and shook
her head. Then she turned back to me.
"So you don't think your mother and father had
sex? Is that what you're saying?"
"They had to have had it once," I said. "What do you mean? You just said they
adopted you:'
"My father told me there was almost a baby. He
was alone with me one night when I was feeling very
low, and he told me the story. He said my mother
didn't know she was pregnant or didn't want to know.
She found out when she had a bad pain in her
stomach, went to the bathroom and lost the baby that
was in her. She flushed it down the toilet."
"Ugh," Misty said.