Jake and Luke were building a fort in the garden, at least Steph hoped they were, there had been no blood curdling screaming so she chose to suppose they were OK . After a bit of a row, the content of which Steph didn’t really understand, Ellie had gone up to her bedroom declaring she wasn’t a Newlove anymore and never wanted to see any of the family ever again.
A coffee was in order. Steph's hand hovered over the whisky bottle in the cupboard but she shook her head and selected the hazelnut syrup instead; after the crap coffee at the hall she needed a decent one.
The doorbell rang.
It’d better not be the bloody Jehovah’s Witnesses if it is I’m going to ask them if the Watchtower has an article on how to become a lesbian by five thirty. She went down the hallway and opened the door. “Stef. About bloody time.”
“Some of us have to work, dear. I brought cake?” He held up his clear cake box with a calorie content that was off the charts.
“Gluten free, egg free, dairy free in fact it’s practically cake free.” He floated past her and showed himself into the kitchen. “What’s this about you needing lesbian lessons?” With deft, careful movements he set about making Steph’s coffee and one for himself.
She sat at the breakfast bar and opened up the cake. “Do we need plates or shall we just use forks?”
“That’s a sixteen portion cake.” Stef poured hot water into the coffee mugs, releasing the reasonable coffee aroma into the kitchen. “Are things that bad?”
“My husband wants to be a woman. I don’t even know what to call him… her. I mean Nicola maybe? He or she picked this morning when I was getting over our night out to tell me.” She touched her head. "Seriously, it was all cotton wool in here I wasn't functioning."
“How did you handle it?” He placed a mug in front of her along with a fork and a napkin, and sat down opposite her similarly furnished. His face registered a deep concern. “Coming out of a closet isn’t easy you know.”
“I told him to buy his own tights.” She grinned and dug into the cake. Nobody made sweet goodies like Stefan. “Think I handled it right?”
Stefan laughed. “I suspect he was expecting more anger and things being thrown.”
“I wasn't in a fit state to throw anything. Ooh this is fabulous. The cake’s so good. So you were going to tell me how to be a lesbian?”
“I’m the wrong man to ask when it comes to female attraction. I thought you knew that.” He winked. “Or we’d be doing more than eating chocolate cake right now. I think you need to wear khaki and haven’t you already got a pair of Docs?”
She wished she had something to throw at him. “I didn’t say turn me into a stereotype. Seriously, Stef, what the heck am I going to do? I love Nick and I don’t mine him being a woman but he’s no Joan Armatrading.”
“Apparently she’s coming to Findhorn. Fancy tickets?”
“Yeah.” The cake, coffee and chat were helping her soul heal a little but it didn’t change the basic problem that she didn’t like women that way. And Nick, the love of her life, wanted to become a woman.
"Best Possible Taste" is very loosely based on real life events.