Letters from a Small State

Or, On How to Avoid Becoming a Lesbian at College
My friend, Frances, and I have married the same man.
Frances: Alex is bobsledding in Lillehammer. He’s a bit nervous.
Me: Why? He’s loves to ski black diamonds in brightly colored one-piece snowsuits.
Frances: The first time they go down in a big bathtub thing with five or six [...]