Then Angie was talking about Tipping The Velvet and Falls tried to concentrate and asked:
‘What?’
Angie nearly slipped it, almost mentioned that Jimmy had taped it but caught herself and said:
‘Couple of babes going at it.’
‘You mean, like women… together?’
Angie laughed, took a long look at Falls, then:
‘For a policewoman, you’re very… sheltered.’
Falls had no idea where this was going, so poured more vodka, said:
‘I don’t get to watch a whole lot of television.’
Angie seemed highly amused and licked her bottom lip, asked:
‘Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like, you know, with a woman?’
Then before she could answer, Angie went on:
‘Got any music? I’d die if I couldn’t have that.’
Falls went to the cabinet, selected some techno, figuring it was neutral and didn’t convey any message. Angie was up, moving to the beat and then, before Falls knew what was happening, she’d put her hand on Falls’ cheek, kissed her firmly.
Uncle Nate was an asshole, but he taught me one thing; if you want something, ain’t nobody going to get it for you unless you get it yourself. And once you got it, make goddamn sure you held onto it.
15
When Falls came to in the morning, she had the hangover from hell. Opening her eyes, she tried to recall the events of the evening.
She groaned as she got flashes of what happened after Angie had kissed her. It felt like battery acid was loose in her stomach and she sat up slowly.
Angie was already dressed in navy blue tracksuit and fixing her hair.