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    Who in the What Now? 12

    Bette stood outside her daughters room in the hospital listening, trying to listen the nice doctor lady in front of her. All that she could hear was the word miscarriage. Bette felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

    “Ms. Williamson,” the doctor who had introduced herself as Delia Furlong asked, “I know this is a lot to take in.”

    Bette nodded her head, “Yeah. Uh…she had the miscarriage,” she remarked wiping at her eyes, “Shes okay though? I mean…”

    “Physically she is fine,” Furlong answered understanding what the woman before her was trying to ask

    Bette sucked in a breath, “Good thats good.”

    “Emotionally Im not sure about that,” Furlong went on to say, “Her emotional state would depend on how long that she knew that she was pregnant. Im sure she knew…”

    “She did,” Bette interrupted with

    “Then Im sure this is going to be hard for her. Hard for everyone involved.”

    Bette nodded her head.

    “She is going to need the love and support of all those around her.”

    Bette nodded her head to this as well but it was a little more fierce.

    “Ill let you go to your daughter now.”

    “Thank you doctor.”

    Furlong smiled gently, “This isnt how I like meeting people but for what its worth…your welcome.”

    She turned and headed down the hall as Bette pushed open the heavy door leading to her daughter, her little girl. Clara was curled in a tight ball on the bed. The tears had long since stopped flowing and she just stared. Bette took the chair next to her daughters bed and pulled it as close as she could. Having nothing to say that could make her daughter feel better she simply took Claras hand in her own and held on to it tightly.

    Clara didnt respond for a few minutes except for the tightening of her hand around her mothers.

    “Mom,” came the soft voice of the girl lying in the bed

    “Yes sweetie,” Bette responded with

    “Does it get better?”

    Bette had to take in a deep breath at this and slowly let it out. She didnt really know how to adequately explain all of this to her daughter, who for all intense and purposes was still a kid. She decided that honesty was the best policy.

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    Comments

    1. Great update, still fully agree where you took this. Got to see some of bette’s history, you still haven’t shed enough light on why she moved and her husband, but I will have to wait, which is ok.

    2. Yeah I’m really looking forward to seeing some of Bette’s history. Bette and Tina are so right together, I’m liking how Tina is taking care of Bette in your story.

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