.Mr. Kennard I really appreciate that you would invite Tina to her aunts funeral. She is really sad about her death and it hasntbeen easy for her. This frosty reception is not unexpected but I think you should know how much your daughter loves you and how much she is trying to keep it together here. Each time you look past her it is harder and harder on her. Thats why I am here in Florida in the first place, to support Tina as her life partner. Yesthats who I amher wife! This disgraceful spectacle doesnt surprise me but it does her, every time. I am here to support Tina but I am not a piece of Wood Mr. KennardI feel too. And I think you realize how much you astonished me last night. But im telling you I will not lie down and take your jabs. This is not the first time Ive experienced this kind of rudeness or bigotry and if you think im just gonna lie here and take it your wrong

Richard Kennard was looking at Bette Porter, for basically the first time shes been in the house. While she was talking he put down his pen and leaned back in the leather chair he planted his ***** on all morning. After she finished, he placed his hands on the desk and spoke, his voice was very deep and unemotional

.It pains me to see the choice of things Tina has chosen in life, I love my daughter very much but there are some things I cannot forgive

With that Mr. Kennard stood and walked to his door where he opened it for Bette to leave. She quickly walked out and the door slammed shut. Bette had to stand for a minute or two to recover from the sting of Richard Kennards words. His diction of speech was not lost on Bette, she was not stupid and he knew she would pick up on it. He basically called her a bad thing that Tina had chosenshe clenched her fists and was about to plow back in there to duke it out with one Mr. Kennard when the maid turned the corner. She was a very small, very plump graying lady with bronze skin. She looked up at Bette who looked down at her and said in a Spanish accentplease miss do not disturb the Mister he is working. Bette felt like sweeping her fist and cutting down the maid like a bowling ball but restrained herself, with a curt smile Bette turned around and plugged up the stairs suddenly very tired.