"Throw me a towel?" The girls had made it back and were attempting to dry off in Patsy's room. Still unable to stop giggling from how funny it had all been. Being grateful that the house was somewhat empty to avoid being questioned or interrupted. Barbara was especially happy about this, she finally had been able to spend some time with the woman she had wanted to get to know better for so long.
Patsy on the other hand, was starting to question herself. Whilst Barbara went off to get some tea she was glad for some alone time to try and figure out what was going on. She reached for her journal and started to write her thoughts down.
"Barbara and I have been getting on so well. I feel a little bad for never really spending much time with her before. We would go out with Trixie and Delia, but I suppose I was so afraid every time Delia so much as tried to hold my hand that I never got the chance to notice such a wonderful girl on the other side of the table. I've always looked up to Babs. When she first arrived she looked so shy and intimidated. I couldn't have been more wrong. For none of us could have been more proud the night she delivered three babies in one go, how does one have so much willpower?"
The last question caused Patsy to think further. Is Barbara Gilbert really as good at hiding herself as I am?
"Your tea dear. I even stole a few biscuits from Sister Winifred's tin. That can be our little secret."
Patsy jumped and could have sworn that last part of her friend's sentence stood out significantly. She quickly snapped her journal shut and thanked Barbara for the tea.
"Our little secret?"
Barbara suddenly realised what she had said and panicked. "Oh no, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant. The biscuits..." She looked down in embarrassment.
"Wouldn't be the worst of my dark secrets." Patsy muttered.
How is that going to help her? You see what you've done? Stop bringing her into your dangerous life. She's getting embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Babs if you want to go, I understand. This is all probably so overwhelming. I feel so selfish for dragging you into everything."
The brunette left Trixie's bed and took Patsy into a tight embrace. "I thought I told you I wasn't going anywhere."
Patsy felt her heart melt as Barbara slyly winked after she'd finished speaking.
Does she like girls? Maybe she does. What? Don't be silly.
I like her.
No. I think I love her.