“*****! Dammit! You stupid., Goddammit! Arrgg..”

            Tina opened her eyes slowly squinting. She rubbed her eyes and looked around and suddenly opened her eyes wide when she heard a loud crash and swearing coming from the kitchen. Oh, yeah, she was still at Bette’s and they had ***** all morning. She wondered what time it was.

“You ***** piece of *****!” said Bette from the other room.

            “What is going on?” thought Tina, “Maybe Bette is talking to someone from the art gallery.” Tina slid under the bed and got the extra robe that Bette had left for her on the chair. She padded into the kitchen. She turned the corner just in time to see Bette furiously beating something in a large plastic bowl. There was batter splattered all over the stove, walls, and cupboards and it smelled faintly like burning.

            “***** you, you stupid egg!” said Bette to the egg shells that she had just crumpled onto the counter top.

            Tina came up behind Bette and wrapped her arms around her. She gently grabbed the spoon in her hand and kissed her. Bette froze and kissed her back.

            “Sorry,” Bette mumbled.

            “It’s okay, darling, here let me take that. Why don’t you make us some OJ, or better yet, some mimosas,” said Tina as she tried to take the spoon.

            Bette paused, pursed her lips, raked her hair back and sighed, handing over the spoon, “sure, mimosas,” and walked to the fridge.

            “Honey, oh, it was sweet of you to make breakfast,” said Tina as she surveyed the eleven pots and pans strewn over the counter, the soggy bread, and the cantaloupe seeds and mush everywhere.

            “Hmph,” said Bette, “I’m going outside. I’ll set the table.”

            “Darling, before you go, um.” Tina paused, “um what were you trying to make?”

            Bette glared at her and stormed out the doors and Tina started chuckling to herself. “Well, I’ll just make some French toast and some fruit salad,” she thought as she began to make them some breakfast.

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            They were seated next to the pool drinking and smiling in the warm sunshine. Tina leaned back and rubbed her tummy, that was really good. Bette smiled at her and finished off the last of the french toast.