Our plan to pack up some of Zofi's belongings and move her into the spare bedroom with Sam had gone out the window once her dad had shown us the photo of her mom and her mom's “first love". Zofi of course wanted to talk to her mom to get the story, and her mom wasn't about to say a word about it with me and Sam in the house, hence the change in plans.

In fact, Sam and I remained silent for the entire ten-minute drive home. It wasn't until I had parked in the garage and switched off the engine that she turned to me and asked, “What do you think is gonna happen?"

"I don't know." I exhaled slowly and attempt to collect my jumbled thoughts.

“What do you think happened between Zofi's mom and... Maja?"

Sam nodded slowly. "Well if this Maja was her mom's first love and all that, clearly Zofi and her mom have a lot more in common in terms of sexuality than we originally thought. I mean, I always knew her mom disapproved of how close we were. I'm sure she sniffed out that we were practicing kissing and then... well... doing a LOT more than just kissing. She never went so far as to say anything negative in front of me, but I got the evil eye more than a few times. It's why Zofi and I usually spent time at my house.”

“You think Zofi's mom is a closet Lesbian?"

Sam pursed her lips.

“I think she's at least bisexual, if her first love was a girl. But for all we know, she might be a straight up 50/50.

At the very least, we know for sure she's not a hundred percent gay —- her love for Zofi's dad is very clear. They make a great couple."

“Zofi's not a hundred percent gay either, obviously." I sighed. "Still didn't stop her from breaking up with me.”

“Wait, WHAT?!?"

I glanced over at Sam and waved my hand. "Oh, forgot neither of us had time to tell you. When Zofi and I went up into my room to talk just before driving over to her house, she broke up with me."

“WHAT?!?" Sam's eyes were huge, almost as big as her gaping mouth.

I gestured for her to calm down. "Relax, it's cool. We talked about it."

"It's cool?!?"

I gave her a stern look and waited, silently, for Sam to visibly calm down. She didn't like it at first, and gave me the evil eye a bit. Sam really was a control freak, and at the moment it must've certainly felt like she had no control over anything. But eventually she took a deep breath, folded her arms over her bounteous chest, and jutted her lower jaw forward while staring straight out the front windshield at the back wall of my garage.

"She tried," I finally explained. "She tried one last time to ‘be straight’. She walked me into my room, gave me an intensely passionate kiss like her life depended on it, and poured all of her love for me into it. Like, if she could just find it somewhere deep inside herself to be straight enough to marry me, then everything would be alright in the world, right?"

Sam frowned and gave me a regretful look.

“And when she couldn't, she broke up with you.”

“It's really not that big a deal," I said with a shrug.

“Coming out to her parents last night was a huge thing for her. She said she still loves me, but for her own sake she wants to stop pretending she could ever be straight, and part of that means giving up the pretense of being my girlfriend. I mean, we both agree that our relationship means more than ordinary friendship. But at the same time, I'm never going to have the kind of intimate, romantic relationship with her that I'd want with... well... with you.”

Sam blushed and glanced at me for a moment, a silly smile on her face before she turned to look out the windshield again.

“It's not like I don't have enough girlfriends at the moment, and for her it was just an empty title. Plus, Zofi taking a step back from our physical relationship can only benefit the rest of you, right?"

“Step back? She's still gonna keep fucking you, isn't she?"

I winced and took a deep breath.