Lesbians
Ivan paced the room. You can do it, he told himself, you can do it. Francis stepped into the living room, humming a French tune. Ivan took a deep breath.
"Francis."
"Oui, mon cher?"
"I'm in lesbians with you."
Francis looked confused.
"Pardon?"
"I mean – I'm in love with lesbians."
"You've lost me."
"Nyet! What is – really – I – you- in –love."
Francis pondered what Ivan said for a second.
"Oh! Vanya! I'm in love with you too."
Francis gave Ivan a kiss on the nose, making the Russian man go pink.
"Now move the Halloween decoration box for me, babe."
