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    Air Supply, Chapter 3

    (Dr. Schmidt and Dr. Bassey are in Magdalene’s office, sitting on the couch.)

    “Bassey, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea.”

    “Why?”

    “Well, I don’t know that avoiding the eventuality is healthy.”

    “Avoiding the eventuality?  I just don’t want any problems.  I know it’s been a while, but old flames die hard.”

    “Really Dr. Bassey?” she says to her somewhat sarcastically.

    “Oh give me a break, you know what I mean.”

    “Old loves die hard too.”

    “Yes, well…whatever.  You think it’ll be ok?”

    “They do seem to get along all right now.  I think they’ve started to learn how to be friends.”

    “I don’t know Magdalene, I don’t want this to blow up in anyone’s face.  You sure you can’t just put Norman on this one?”

    “No, this girl needs some serious and experienced help.  I want my best resident on it.  C’est ca.”  She looks at her as Bassey looks off into the distance.  “Bassey?  Paging Doctor Bassey…”  Bassey turns and gives her a blank stare.  “Oh my…penny for your thoughts doctor…”

    “Not even a million pennies!”

    “What???  Why?  What’s going on?”

    Bassey looks at Dr. Schmidt, “Magdalene, just because I’m sitting on your couch doesn’t mean I’m open for analysis.”

    “Open?  Bassey you old lady, you’re an open book…”

    Her eyes glare at the headshrinker… “WHAT??  I am NOT!”

    Smiling, “You’re so stubborn…”

    “I’m assured.”

    “Of what exactly?”

    “Everything!”  They both start to chuckle.

    (Bette walks through her front door and drops her bag on the couch as she heads for the kitchen.  She doesn’t bother to open any lights as she heads for the wine.  She looks at the bottle and puts it back.  She’s changed her mind…it’s the hard stuff she wants.  She picks up a bottle of the finest scotch in her collection and pours a double.  She heads to the backyard and lounges on the chair near the pool.  She pulls a framed photo to the front of her and gazes at it.  She savours her drink and then pours some more…and more…and more…as the hour passes.  After a while, she falls asleep, with the photo on her chest and her hand on top of it.

    An hour or so later the front door key hole is being unlocked and the door opens.  The curious woman looks around.  She walks in and closes the door.)

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    Comments

    1. Ok Merl, I’m surprise Bette is standing with all the different hats she wears. Dr., Mom, Lothario and on top of that suffering from a break up. Somethings got to give before it all crashes in on her. Hope this new woman can cool her off as well as fire her up.

    2. WOW Merl, where are you going with this??? Bette seems to be all over the place. I’m with Probie, I wonder where and if there is going to be a deterioration? What an ending…You MUST have another chappy hanging around…right? :-)))

    3. I don’t know, Bette seems to resemble a lot of women I know that are over achiever Alpha’s. Life is complicated and filled with many types of relationships and committments. Good job M at incorporating all of them into one well told story. You’ve lit up all that we work through and deal with all of the time using our beloved Bette. P.S. Yes, still seething. LOL.

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