“I’ve always known I could never have that,” Vanessa said. “But…I hate to think I took that opportunity from you.”

For a moment, Joan couldn’t look at her. But that’s what was so nice about talking about big, deep things outside at night. You just looked up at the stars.

“Why are you saying all of this now?” Joan said.

“Because today, at the wedding, I realized I would marry you,” Vanessa said.

Joan turned to her. My God, who could care about the stars when there was her to look at?

“I would marry you in a second,” Vanessa went on. “I’ve never felt that way about anyone. In my entire life. What am I even doing here? At your sister’s wedding? Meeting your parents? This was a stupid thing to do. To come here. But I…want to be a part of your life in every way I can.”

Joan nodded. She opened her mouth to say something and then, at the last moment, thought better of it and, instead, looked around at the trees and the other balconies. And she saw, far to the left, outside a corner room, a man and a woman standing on their balcony. The man was resting his hands on the railing, and the woman was behind him, resting on him. As he’d felt her come up, he’d taken his arm and put it around her and pulled her toward him. Joan wondered if that man felt for that woman half of what she felt for Vanessa.

It cost him nothing. Nothing! It cost him nothing to hold her like that where everyone could see. The man kissed the woman on the top of her head. Had they been together for over two years? Or did they meet last week at a bar?

“I know our life will look different, does look different, than other couples’. But there are plenty of women who make this work.”

Vanessa nodded. “Yeah, but most of them aren’t employed by a government agency in careers that put them in the public eye.”

“No, I know,” Joan said. “I know.”

“I just…I don’t want you to think I don’t want all those things. I mean, I didn’t. Ever. Before. But I do now, with you.”

“You do?”

Vanessa looked at her and took her left hand. “I want to live in a little bungalow with you and if the cabinet door started to feel loose, I would tighten it the moment you said something. And I’d make you anything you wanted for breakfast every weekend morning. And I’d take your name, if I could. Or give you mine.”

Joan’s eyes began to water and her mouth began to quiver. What was the point of this? To be told exactly what you couldn’t have?

“I would give you anything,” Vanessa said, “if it wasn’t going to cost us everything.”