Rose leans an elbow on the bed next to me. “You know,” she says to me, as casual as if she was bringing up what she ate for breakfast. “I think we did a better job at hiding than we ever gave ourselves credit for.”

I gape at her. As far as I knew she’d had no intentions of coming out to anyone else anytime soon. Did she just do it to take the spotlight off me? Even if she could only do that here, in our little group?

Eleanor shoots an accusing look at Molly, like she’s asking if she knew this. Molly gives a quick nod, and Eleanor slumps to sit next to her on the floor. “Well,” she says. “This is … different.”

“Different from what, you?” Rose asks in a warning voice, her expression suddenly hard.

Eleanor holds her hands up in surrender. “I don’t mean it like that. You just have to give me a second, okay? I’ve known you for years and this is kind of a bombshell.”

“It kind of doesn’t affect you,” Molly mutters.

And, oh my god, I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. All three girls look at me as though I’ve officially lost it. Maybe I have. Here comes the prophesized nervous breakdown. “Oh, shit,” I cackle, wiping a tear away with my fist.

Rose’s phone starts ringing. She throws it clean across the room like it burned her, and I laugh even harder. “Answer it, you idiot,” I force out.

Looking like she’d rather answer a ringing rattlesnake, she retrieves it. “It’s William,” she says.

Molly swears in a low voice and Eleanor pulls a sympathetic face. Rose sighs and answers it, leaving the room. I guess she doesn’t want me to hear whatever William has to say. Which, obviously, only makes me want to hear it more.

We can hear her just outside the door, but her voice is too muffled to make much out. I sit up in bed, staring at my hands, because I can’t bring myself to look at the other two right now.

“So how long?” Eleanor asks.

Nowhere near long enough for it to be over already. “On and off since November.”

“November?”

“Pretty much.” My cheeks are so hot I’m pretty sure they’re glowing molten.

“And Harriet? She’s like that, too?” Eleanor directs this one at Molly. “What, did we meet all our friends at a gay-straight alliance I’ve forgotten about or something?”

“People are gay sometimes, Eleanor,” Molly says. Eleanor stares at her a little too long, and she rolls her eyes. “I didn’t mean me.”

“Well, can you blame me for wondering?” Eleanor asks. “And how long has Rose been queer?”

“Since birth, I would imagine,” Molly replies dryly.