“You aren't.” She smokes contemplatively for a few seconds, staring out at the street, the people passing by. Since the riots at Stonewall, you see fewer obvious couples in the Village, and the ones you do see tend to be ostentatiously affectionate, as if daring anyone to do anything. As if playing chicken with the police. “Is it about Ethan?”
“Queens!” exclaims Zee. “If you can believe it. One in Brooklyn. You know, she'd like Brooklyn, probably. Anyway I'll give you their numbers, you can call 'em up, drop my name so they'll, you know, be prepared for weird. You're all tense, aren't you happy? I would be bouncing off the walls.” As if she's not already. “Hey, who's wearing the dress?”