"How do you know DeeDee?" I ask, trying to remember if she`s ever mentioned this girl.
"Through Alicia, actually. I went out with Grace for, like, five minutes," she says simply. "Thank Christ we realized we were better as friends, and I totally weaseled my way into her group." I must look confused because she grins and says, "The girl with the green hair?"
"Oh, right. Grace."
But I wasn`t confused. I was processing the fact that she`d dated a girl. I felt — well, relieved. To be back in a place where strangers openly discuss relationships that aren`t just boy-girl, where a certain group of students don`t whisper about the guys who were caught kissing in the woods behind Dinsmore Hall. And where two girls sleeping curled up in one bed wouldn`t be gossip to make the rounds.