Joanna sat down with a thump on the rough, wooden park bench. She grumbled to herself and shoved her hands in her warm jacket pockets. Tears threatened the rim of her eyes but she shook her head and got up and paced. She remembered Stephanie talking about past relationships but Joanna had assumed with women. When they were together, she didn’t seem to falter or stumble of what to do or how to act. She seemed comfortable with being with another women. Her mind raced over the image of Stephanie seeing mike. Did she love him? Her heart became angry and burden. She hated him, but what for? He had done nothing to her. He wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was a little awkward and off center, but over all a handsome man. Anger pulsed threw her. He had been with her and that bugged Joanna. She wanted Stephanie all for herself but it would never be that way. He had been with her. Joanna let tears come down her face. She sat down hard and buried her face in her hands and wept. All she wanted was Stephanie, but now she didn’t even know if she still had that. He cell phone rang and Joanna jumped slightly as she pulled her phone out and answered it.