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and honked angrily at
her.  Edison ignored it.
    "Does
it matter?" Jordan asked.
    "Only
if you want to date her."  Edison steered the car out of the hospital
parking lot and toward the exit.
    "Maybe
I can finally get that toaster oven I've always wanted," Jordan said.
    "She's
a little on the short side for you."
    "You're
going out a one-way," Jordan said.
    "So?"
    "The
wrong way."
    Another
car honked at them and the driver shook her fist.  Edison waved brightly at the
angry woman.
    Jordan
said, "I don't think she's waving."
    "What
makes you say that?"
    "The
pinched red face and the spittle spraying out of her mouth."
    "Some
people are so excitable," Edison said.  She screeched tires onto the
street and the angry driver laid on her horn and sped past.  Edison shook her
head and sighed.  "You'd think one-way signs are written in stone or
something."
    "Well,
they are kind of the law and all that."
    They
drove the next five minutes in silence.  Jordan closed her eyes and held her
breath each time Edison cornered the car without braking.
    "How
old do you think she is?" Edison asked.
    "Who?"
    "You
know who."
    Jordan
shrugged.  "Thirty."
    "How
do you know that?"
    "I
don't know that.  You asked me how old I thought she was and I think she's thirty."
    Edison
frowned.  "Kind of young for you."
    "I'm
thirty-two.  It wouldn't be like I was robbing the cradle."
    "Your
last one was much older." Edison punched the gas to make it through a
yellow light.
    Jordan
braced herself by pushing her undamaged hand against the dash. "Age is
relative."
    "I'm
pretty sure she had a straight vibe," Edison said.
    "Everyone's
straight until proven guilty."
    Edison
took her eyes off the road and looked at Jordan for a long moment.  "So,
what's the verdict?  Are you going to ask her out?"
    "No. 
Please watch the road."
    "No?"
    "No. 
I don't do conversions."  Jordan pointed out the windshield.  "The
road, please."
    Edison
looked out the window, saying, "You converted me."
    "That’s
your version.  My version is that it was an accident."
    "You
make it sound like you tripped and fell on top of me until I came," Edison
said.
    Jordan
sighed. "Ed, I don't want to talk about us again.  We're best friends. 
We're better off that way.  And as for the doctor… I'm not going to try to
convert her, that's all, end of story."
    Edison
looked doubtful.  She said in an off-handed way that meant it wasn't really
off-handed, "Some conversions do themselves."
    It
was true that Jordan had met Edison when she was straight.  No, erase that. 
Jordan met Edison when she wasn't a practicing lesbian.  She had hired Edison
to hang some new cabinets in the kitchen.  Only half the cabinets were hung
before Jordan had introduced Edison to the world of practicing lesbianism and
it had been kind of an accident.
    Jordan
didn't blame herself.  She blamed her overactive vagination.  If Edison didn't
want to be seduced and taken on the kitchen floor she shouldn't have bent over
like that with her butt crack showing.
    Jordan
sighed.  She loved Ed.  But she loved her like a best friend.  The problem was
that Ed loved her like a lover.  Jordan wasn't sure how it had happened, but
Edison had moved into her house kind-of-sort-of uninvited.  Something about her
apartment being flooded and being broke and she worked all day at Jordan's
house anyway and she had more than enough room and her portion of the rent
could be taken out of what Jordan was paying her to remodel.  The problem was
that the remodeling was going on forever.  Jordan wondered if that was
intentional.
    Edison
pulled her Bug into the driveway of their home.  They looked at the old house
and sighed.  Once upon a time it had been a beautiful old Victorian but now the
paint was peeling, the yard was overgrown and the windows looked like the
cloudy cataracts of a senile old lady.  If the house were a person it would be
Mrs. Haversham from Great Expectations.
    "I
wish this conversion would do itself,"