Ask about Alex

Thinking about what she said, Ethan asks about Alex.

“Oh right,” Charlie stares off at the ceiling. “You know she’s, like, in love with you, right?”

“Yeah, I know…” Ethan frowns, “But is she…?”

“Kind of,” the tanned woman takes a moment, her face making a weird expression. “She was born a boy, obviously,”

“Obviously.” Ethan tries to hide his mistake.

“But she’s got a crazy hormone balance. They found out kinda late with her, which is bound to happen since babies all look the same. Sometimes the hormone cocktail doesn't quite blend and you get people like her.”

“So is she a boy or a girl?” Ethan feels guilty being so reductive.

“She’s a she.” Charlie shrugs. “Was supposed to be, but things got a little muddled. Happens sometimes when a bloodline goes too long without a bit of girl dick. Had she maybe one more in her family tree, she would have come out no different than Layla.”

Ethan thinks about that, adding to his view of Alex.