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“Now, dark hair, look here. Light hair, look at dark hair.”
Joanna turns towards you and the man. You’re petrified.
“Name, sweetheart,” says the man.”
“Joanna Duke.”
He pauses. “You can keep it, but you go by Jo.”
“I go by...Jo...” Jo says. For a moment, you remember that she hated being called Jo, but that memories fades quickly and you recall her only being called Jo by anyone.
“Now Jo, you’re gay.”
“I’m...gay.”
And so she is now.