Joseph and I are at a clean and sober party for recovering addicts. A pretty, young woman comes up to him, they exchange greetings, she looks at me briefly and then floats on past.
"I wonder if she's bisexual," I say, giddy from two shots of Grey Goose that I had in a bar, waiting to meet up with him.
He instantly smiles, "How did you know? No, really, how did you know?"
I just shrug.
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