They didn't have too much of a crowd, but it was enough to fill a couple of hallways. As the demonstrators began to chant, "Women unite! Take back the night!" doors of classrooms opened, and professorial heads emerged, suppressing curses with difficulty. Condon was developing an atmosphere reminiscent of sit-ins of the sixties.
Hannah confronted Kate in a corner of the hall. "Your new flame has another girlfriend, doesn't he?"
"How did you know?" Kate sounded simultaneously indignant and defensive.
Hannah ignored the question. "So that's why you never brought him home. Whatever happened to female solidarity?" Hannah was illogically disappointed. She had hoped she was wrong about the guy--she hadn't wanted to be wrong about Kate.
"Female solidarity? You're the one who's deserting me for a man."
"I'm not deserting you. I just don't have the same opinion of Randy that you have, that's all. Does solidarity mean I have to think the way you do?"
Kate shook her head. "Of course not."
"That's not what I meant by solidarity anyway, and you know it," Hannah continued.
"Adam told me they had an open relationship," Kate said, finally responding to Hannah's question. "And she's up in Portland anyway."
"I thought your opinion of open relationships was pretty low."
"He also said that Lily was too clinging and too unstable and she laughed too much."
"I bet Lily will love that."
"What? You know her?"
"Through my mom."
"It's a small world."
"It's Oregon. It's a 96,000 square mile village."
"What's she like?" Kate asked uneasily.
"Nice. And she laughs too much. She laughs when she's happy, she laughs when she's sad. Adam told you the truth there."
The thought of a real person out there, a real person that one of her best friends knew and that she, Kate, was hurting, made Kate ill at ease. "Well, actually, I was getting pretty uncomfortable with the whole situation, so you don't have to scold. I'm already thinking of calling it off."
Hannah smiled. "We're on strike anyway."