Cassie Lenoir May Cupp 〈Web〉

“Same thing,” May said, and kissed her. Soft. Certain. Like the first page of a book you already know you’ll read a hundred times.

“There’s always music.” May pulled a small harmonica from her apron pocket and played a wobbly, sweet version of an old folk song. People stared. A few laughed. Cassie should have been mortified. cassie lenoir may cupp

“Dance with me,” May said.

“No?” Cassie’s voice was barely a breath. “Same thing,” May said, and kissed her