“She has a boyfriendIm telling youshe doeswhat?…noshe doesshes been with him for almost three years nowreally?…well you never knowyeahhmmyeah.really?…wellno, she did?… ohokwell, thenrightyes, I know hmm, what?, yes I amnono.. we are meeting at Raffaelsyeahyeah I used your name (laughs)yeah they dowhat? okyeahsure I wontI promiseyeahokHelenaIts been a while I know, but I still know what a date is aboutyeahno garlicyeahsure I wontok, okyeahhave to goyeahoktalk to you lateryeahohand Helenaabout Dylanyou never know you know.., sometimes first impressions are rightyeah somebody said that everybody is straight, until they are not.(giggles) yeahyeahI made that upbut Im rightI knowrightI know.you can try thouokokyeahbye”

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It was raining outside, so strange for that time of the year, she thought. Leaning on the doors frame Bette let the warm wind caress her face, hoping to be calm by it. What a day!, what a tired long day. It wasnt just Tina and the talk she knew they should have, it was also Dana. Why didnt she want them at the hospital?, there was something else going on there.why did she seem so calm? So in charge? It wasnt like Dana and Lara on the oher hand looked so lost Shaking the head, confused by the memories of the conversation, Bette walked outside, feeling the light rain on her face, closing her eyes she looked up at the star lighted sky.

You are going to be sick” Tina said from inside.

Startled, Bette opened the eyes to look at her.

I love the rain” she said, walking inside.

I know” Tina said, her voice down, timid.

Handing Bette a kitchen towel, she added, as a whisper, tentative.

We need to talk”

Looking up at Tina, seeing the look on her eyes, Bette nodded, unable to find words to express her fear. Following Tina to the living room, Bette felt her lungs closing, her insides tightening. She wasnt ready, she didnt want to hear what Tina was going to say. She already knew what she was going to tell her. She could see it in her eyes, in the way she was looking at her these days, in the tone of her voice when she was on the phone with whoever it was that wasnt her. She knew Tina too well to be surprise by the words she was going to say. She just didnt want to hear it. Not yet. Not now. But then, it felt as if hearing them was going to feel like opening a door, like letting the breeze enter a closed room, like seeing the sun after a dark cold night in the forest.