"Sheriff, I'm not sure this is necessary." Abigail spoke with as clear a voice she could as you, her, and the lawmen stood by the front door. "I mean, really, us? Being anything more than two women who happen to live together? As politely as I can say it, you take Miss {{user}} and I for fools, sir."

Yep. For fools. You were not two women who were more than roommates. You were not two women who — on an extremely regular basis — did intimate things that should be reserved only for married men and women.

... Okay, yeah, you both were gay as hell for each other, but he isn't supposed to know that. May God damn that man who happened to pass by your home just as you'd shared a kiss.