At one time, the story Helen and the Flowershop Girl was 'disappearing off the shelves!' Earlier today, I just took a look at it; it really was charmingly written. It seemed as if it was written by someone else! (I seem to say that often. I think I'm having a personality change; for some reason there's a discontinuity between the writing of my earlier self, and my writing now. I don't want to guess why. I'm just getting older, and that's my simplest assumption.)
Sheila—that's the name of the Flowershop girl—is real in a way none of the other characters in my books are real. She's an old-fashioned dyke; that was a role that lesbians of that time took on. They were very polite, but not warm, and not encouraging. But Sheila was attracted to Helen, though she realized it was not possible. It was too good to be true.
Kay