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    Two for the Road, 3

    Tina walked up behind Bette and said, “Wow, this is really beautiful. So worth ruining my heels to get to,” as she gazed at the pool house. “This was my mother’s favorite part of the estate. It really wouldn’t be a trip home unless I came down here and sat for a while. I think she would have been happier, living out here, rather than up at the house.”

    “And your father? How would he have felt about that?” Tina took a seat on the adjacent lounge. “Oh, my father wouldn’t have stood for it. He likes to show off his success. Even though he’d rather walk on hot coals than admit it.”

    Tina nodded in agreement. “He sounds a lot like my father.” Bette looked at Tina with empathy. “So, you have one of those at home, too?”

    “No, well, not any more. He passed away ten years ago.”

    “I’m so sorry,” Bette said. “Don’t be, it was a long time ago. I can’t even remember his face. I try, but…” Tina leaned forward and resting her elbows on her knees, said, “And your mother? She’s been gone for almost four years now, right?”

    “Four years next week,” Bette said, as she leaned back into the chair. Tina could sense Bette’s mood shifting, and quickly changed the subject. “So, I look familiar to you?”

    “I’m sorry?,” said Bette, causing Tina to point toward the house, “Back there, you said I looked familiar to you.” “Oh, yes, you do. And I wasn’t just saying that for the sake of conversation. I know I’ve seen you before, as cliché as that may sound.”

    “Or maybe someone who just looks like me?” Bette shrugged, “Could be, but then, I never forget a face.” Tina looked up and noticed her mother staring down from the terrace. “I think someone is trying to get my attention.” Bette, seeing Tina’s mother, laughed. “Why do I suddenly feel like a teenager again.” Coldly, Tina said, “I think we keep reliving our teenage years over and over again where our parent’s are concerned. Like, in one continuous loop, you know?” Bette understood what Tina was saying and even though she didn’t say anything, Tina could tell. “So, will you show me,” said Tina.

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    1. This story is really, really good! It’s very like… Great Gatsby ish almost. With “estates” and affairs from years past. yay, the odds of 4 posts in one day?!!

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