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years ago.

"Mansfield Park wasn't about lesbians," Cindy said, thinking that
neither woman had changed substantially over the years. "It had
lesbian overtones," Trish said.

"Mansfield Park is by Jane Austen," Meg reminded her.

"It had definite overtones."

"Your point being ... ?"

"I don't want any lesbians this year."

"You don't want any lesbians?"

j "I'm tired of lesbians. We saw enough films about lesbians last
year."

Cindy laughed.

"You have a quota on lesbians?"

"Does that include gays?" Meg grabbed a green apple from a nearby
basket and took a loud bite.

"Yes." Trish pushed a thick layer of dark bangs away from her
forehead, adjusted the heart-shaped diamond pendant at her throat.

"I'm tired of them too."

"Well, there go half the movies." Cindy took a sip of wine, held it
inside her mouth, feeling the late-August sun warm against her cheeks.
Every year for the last six years, the three women had gathered in
Meg's backyard to eat, drink, and select from the hundreds of movies
being previewed at the annual Toronto International Film Festival.
Another year had come and gone. Another festival was upon them. Not
much had changed in the interim, except Julia had come home.

Which meant everything had changed.

"You'd really like him," Trish said, suddenly shifting gears, although
it was obvious by the way she leaned into the table that she'd only
been biding her time, waiting for her next opportunity to reintroduce
the subject.

"He's bright, funny, good-looking."

Cindy watched a parade of clouds float past her line of vision, several
wisps breaking free to drape themselves across the sky, like cobwebs.