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    Memories

    Memories

    Bette sighed as she walked through the front door; another busy day at the CAC behind her and all she wanted now was a bath, maybe some wine, and definitely some Tina. She dropped her bag on the couch and made her way through the house looking for her girl. T! she shouted, Im home. Not finding her in the kitchen or the bedroom Bette made her way to the study. She leaned against the doorframe smiling at Tina, who was sitting at the piano staring at the keys in front of her.

    Bette loved that piano, she couldnt play it but she still loved it. It had been her grandmothers; it used to sit proudly by the left wall of her grandparents living room. And Bettes earliest memories were of her lying on the soft carpet in her grandmothers home listening to her play old jazz songs and telling her stories about her grandfather and the war.

    * * * * *

    Oh I remember this song her grandmother sighed as her old, world-worn fingers moved easily over the keys in front of her. It was playing the night I met your grandfather she smiled. January 27th 1942, in an old dance hall in New York City.

    Granny, what was he like? a six-year-old Bette looked up at her Grandmother expectantly.

    The old women chuckled quietly at her granddaughter, He had your eyes, she said.

    Bettes own eyes lit up, My eyes! Really?

    Yes child, he had beautiful eyes, you could see right into his soul on a sunny day

    Wow!

    And he was intelligent and curious, like you my child, he wanted to know everything.

    Did he know everything?

    The old women chuckled again, nearly, my child, nearly.

    * * * * *

    Bette smiled again, she remembered Tina used to often tell her that she could see right into her soul sometimes. And it was this thought of Tina that pulled her out of her reverie. She walked slowly over to where Tina was sitting and whispered softly, Whatcha doing T?

    Playing, Bette.

    Bette was momentarily confused but you you dont play piano she stuttered wondering what the ***** was going on with her wife,

    Tina sighed, I used to Bette, long before we got together. I used to play.

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