Chapter 8

LA – Summer 2002

At a karaoke bar

After hearing her name being called Bette started wondering still in the same position and not removing her hands from her eyes, had that really happened? How could it?

A few moments of complete silence followed, so now Bette was completely sure her mind was playing tricks on her.

“Get out of my head” Was Bette’s exclamation.

Tina was unsure of what to do, clearly Bette had had a lot to drink and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to approach her in this condition. But it had taken every bit of strength she had to be standing in that bathroom, at that moment and she wasn’t prepared to let go just yet.

“Bette” Tina repeated herself using the same tone in her voice as previously.

Bette was certainly drunk but not drunk enough to question her brains again. But was she ready to uncover her eyes?

Yale – 1996

Bette was comfortably sitting in a chair with her feet on the edge of her bed when she heard a knock on her door. She knew who it was; there was only one person that would knock like that.

“Come in! It’s open and I’m not naked yet!” She yelled.

“Ha ha! Very funny Porter… did you have a clown for breakfast?”

“Oh look who’s talking!”

Tina had entered the room and in two quick steps she had removed her shoes and was now emptying the edge of Bette’s bed that was filled with books and notes, in order to take a seat. She was having a craving, and Bette didn’t need to look to know what that craving was all about.

“What are we up to?” Tina asked after a couple of seconds, trying to sound innocent, seeing that Bette was extremely taken by some book she was reading.

“Mmm nothing much… trying to finish this book to write the essay for our favourite teacher”

“I finished mine a couple of days ago… you know, I thought that above all the people in that class, you would be one of the first ones in submitting that damn essay” Tina said while taking off her socks and placing her feet directly on Bette’s lap.