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    What is love? Chapter 2


    Bette was seriously engaged in rubbing her feet as Alice walked into the office and plopped down in one of the chairs. She noticed the wine that was left over from the exhibit and poured herself a glass. “Have some?” she asked and Bette nodded.

    Alice was pouring a glass of wine for Bette when Carolyn tapped at the door. Carolyn was Bette’s assistant and she had helped Bette that evening at the exhibit.

    “The photographer said he would deliver the prints tomorrow before noon,” Carolyn informed Bette.

    “Good. We may get some good shots for subsequent advertising.” Then Bette added, “How did your husband do with the exhibit?”

    “Well,” grinned Carolyn, “he was a little stunned at first, but he recovered quickly.”

    Bette and Carolyn laughed. Carolyn and her husband were an older couple who had several grown children. Bette didn’t see Carolyn’s husband often, but Carolyn was not just a terrific secretary, she was maternal–maternal in a way that Bette enjoyed, not realizing how much she needed it. Bette had lost her mother when she was so young that she didn’t really know what a mother could mean to a child.

    Carolyn said goodnight to Bette and Alice, gathered up her husband and left.

    “The exhibit was a great success,” Alice submitted, handing the glass of wine to Bette..

    “Yeah, it was. An awfully good turnoutwith most of the people I really wanted to come. I had enough offers of purchase that it easily paid for the cost of the exhibition– plus lots more.”

    Alice whistled in congratulations and Bette smiled as she continued to rub her feet. Alice stood up and put the glass of wine on the desk near Bette and sat down.

    “You ought to treat yourself to something?”

    “Like what?”

    “Buy a sports car.”

    “I have a sports car.”

    “I guess I don’t need to suggest more clothes” Alice teased.

    Bette, of the huge, expensive wardrobe, smiled broadly, enjoying the give and take with Alice.

    Alice was a free lance writer who did fairly well in the highly competitive climate of Los Angeles. There were scads of people in that city who thought they were writers. But many of them, fortunately for Alice, spent the bulk of their time trying to create the next great movie script. They had visions of Oscars dancing in their heads. Alice, on the other hand, did mostly magazine articles.

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    Comments

    1. Darn you and you good azz authors getting me hooked on your stories! I’m supposed to be doing a paper right now, grr… BTW, if you couldn’t tell, I like your story. :D

    2. HEy P,
      I read this chapter earlier today and loved it! I had to go to work though, and didn’t have time to comment…just read it again and liked it even more the 2nd time around! Can’t wait to see if Bette REALLY didn’t take notice of Tina! Thanks!!!

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