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    What is love? – Chapter 20

    Story written on October 22, 2005 by pancha305.
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    Another opening. Another show. And who shows up at the Bette Porter Gallery?


    Bette looked in the mirror and decided she looked mighty fine. Her hair was up and she was wearing a gray and black outfit, with flowing pants and a top that came up in a halter around effect around her neck. Her arms, shoulders and back were bare. She put on a jacket, not sure whether she would continue to wear it or go with the bare shoulder look.

    She drove to her gallery with the top up on her convertible sports car. Not a time to muss her hair. Carolyn was there and had talked her husband into coming and he was helping her. Bette greeted them happily and made the last-minute adjustments that people always make—and don’t need.

    The artist arrived with her friends and business manager. Bette greeted all of them and worked to soothe the artist’s nerves. The brochures and other information folders were put out and the first guests arrived.

    Tonight it looked like one of her favorite works was going to be sold. She and the artist stood next to the prospective client and discussed the work. The deal was made, the hands were shaken and Bette and the client and the artist’s manager moved toward Bette’s office to sign a preliminary agreement. Bette smiled to herself because she really hadn’t much liked this work of art at first. Now she was going to miss it. But business was business.

    Several other purchase agreements were signed and there were some “maybes.” All in all it had been a lucrative evening for her and the artist. Perhaps she should treat herself to a short trip somewhere. San Francisco might be fun. It was a beautiful city and the food was great.

    Bette’s vacation thoughts were interrupted when she felt a hand on her bare back.

    “Guess whose back?” quipped Alice.

    “It’s my backand very funny, Al. That’s a really old joke.”

    “And oldie, but goodie, like you.”

    “She’s not old,” protested Tammy giving Bette a sincere and admiring look.

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    Bette wondered for the thousandth time why Alice kept seeing Tammy. She was the epitome of a dim bulb.

    “Why do you keep seeing her?” Bette had asked several months ago.

    “Why not?”

    “She’s not too swift, Al. I don’t think she catches any of your witty comments.”

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    8. Beautiful. Love a hppy beginning. I like to set on the third base side about 7 rows up. Love the Ballpark Its a beautiful park. thanks for this wonderful chapter

    11. Just perfect. I hope you will also show us, in your lovely way, snippets of B&T experiencing “daily” love and being loved (and I don’t mean sex necessarily. That football chapter was the sweetest thing that I have read recently.) Thanks again.

    13. This opening of the show is giving me flashbacks to the infamous one where they met. The brochures, etc.
      My heart is creeping upwards into my throat. Be still!

      Another opening of another show…

      (Speaking of shows, Where is Flairforthedramatic, BTW? APB, anyone?)

      …now, back to the story…

    20. and so the journey to nirvana begins…

      Yes, posting daily is actually healthy for the heart, its right up there with vitamin C, honest… I checked, so dont forget your and your reader’s daily dosage.

    25. missyang, the background music should be “At Last” by Etta James, the original. If you don’t know the words they are: At last, my love has come along. My lonely days are over and life is like a song.” At last the skys above are blue, etc., etc. I’m so happy they have finally connected. Lovely. Pancha love this chapter. Post soon please. Thanks.

    26. “Tina was everything—like the ocean”…interesting what happens for Bette when she’s not getting in her own way…thoroughly enjoying this journey thanks for the back to back updates

    27. Finally…thank god Bette came to her senses, took her long enough but at least she’s there, thanks, it was beautifully done, i’m really happy and my poor TiBette heart is mending as i type this comment…thank you, B&TF

    30. absolutely nothing wrong with simple. My heart loved it and I am so glad that Bette finally pulled her head out of her ass. No matter the story..they are always meant to be. ; )

    31. “baby…” awwww. melted my heart.

      “dont leave…please.” dont act desparate bette

      her heart had finally come into focus. never thought that it would happen. i thought she might need a brain transplant for a minute.

      “some might have called this voyeurism, but cupid is allowed.” *sniff sniff*

      this was good. i really loved it. the light bulb went on finally for bette. tina knew she couldn’t be with out bette. thanks.

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