She holds out two toothbrushes, one blue and one purple. “Got a preference?”
: “Zoe… You know I’m a lesbian, right?”
: “I was talking about the toothbrushes,” she says.
: “I know.” I run my hands through my ridiculous, spiky hair. “I just I don’t want you to think I’m hiding anything.”
: She sits down across from me on her own bed. “I’m a Pisces.”
: “What difference does that make?”
: “What difference does it make to me if you’re gay?” Zoe says.
: I let out the breath I didn’t realize I have been holding. “Thanks.”

Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult