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    The Burden of Control – Chapter 17

    Previously

    Tina: (smiles) Bette?

    Bette: (startled) WhaI thought you
    left.

    Tina: I was about tobut you never told
    me what it was you had to say.

    Bette: What do you mean?

    Tina: Earlieryou said that there was
    something you had to tell me.

    Bette looks at Tina. Really looks at her. Her vibrant
    eyes. The delicate contours of her face. The quirky, teasing grin that is
    always present. And now a slight, healthy roundness to her chin and cheeksan
    early sign of her pregnancy.

    A baby girl.

    Conceived with Marcus Allenwood’s sperm.

    Their baby.

    Bette:
    I was going to sayI wanted to tell you(pauses) I think that

    Tina: (smiles and interrupts) Don’t
    thinkJust tell me.

    Bette: You’re glowing.

    Tina: (surprised) What?

    Bette: (sighs) You’rewhen I saw you
    walk in here, you had thisyou looked different. (pauses) You look happy, Tina.

    Tina reaches up and gently caresses
    Bette’s cheek, somewhat confused by the melancholy expression on Bette’s face.
    She smiles and is relieved to get an answering grin back.

    Tina: I am happy, Bette. I am.

    She turns and makes her way back across
    the room. Just as she reaches the door, she turns and waves to Bette. As she
    steps outside she closes her eyes briefly and takes a deep breath and smiles.

    Tina (whispers) I am happy. (pauses)
    now.

    **********************************************************


    Chapter
    17

    Bette
    sat alone at the end of the bar, nursing an almost empty glass of beer. The place was mostly dark and relatively
    empty. During the course of the day a few
    friendly patrons had approached the seemingly distracted woman in attempts to
    make small talk, but all were refused.
    The bar itself was small and simple, somewhat off the beaten track from
    the more elaborate establishments that frequented the city. Judging by the outdated fixtures and worn,
    weathered stools, one would expect that the owner relied heavily on the locals
    to keep the place in business.

    Bette
    brought her hand up to the rim of the cup and slowly traced her finger along
    the edge, briefly pausing to watch as a drop of condensation rolled down the
    surface of the glass before pooling on the coaster below. She brought the drink up to her lips and
    finished off the remaining alcohol before lifting the glass up and over towards
    the bartender to garner his attention.
    “I’ll have another.”

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