Bette woke up to an empty bed… she got dressed and walked into the kitchen…

Tina: Hey, I was just going to come and wake you up… its dinner time…

Bette: Good… I’m hungry… and it smells delicious in here… thanks mom…

Linda: You’re welcome… come and sit every thing is ready…

Bette:  Is dad joining us…

Linda:  No he is still at the house… he is in his glory, setting up everything… we should be able to move in by next weekend…

Bette:   That’s great… even though we will miss you…

Linda: Its time… you both need your privacy again… and well we need ours too… but I’ll be here just about every day…

Tina: I can’t believe I’m going back to work soon… I have another week this Monday… and then back… but I’m also missing it…

Linda: I know… but I’ll love my alone time with Tessa…

Tina: So Bette… tell us about Patrick… you never did fill me in on him…

Linda: Yeah I’m also dying to hear about this mysterious man…

Bette:  Well let me tell you… he is something else… but what an artist… I would say a perfectionist… he called me to meet with him… so I just assumed he contacted Helena… later I found out that he sent Helena on a wild goose chase… she never made the meeting… it seems he only wanted me there… I was let in to his home… or should I say mansion… by his housekeeper/cook/maid… I don’t know… she led me to this sitting room and it was to die for… the art work took my breath away… I studied each piece… I can’t even remember how long I was there, but I felt someone looking at me and there was Patrick standing there watching me… I was so embarrassed… he said no please take your time… he loved people looking at art… well we were then served tea and we talked… you know as I was looking at him he reminded me of someone… not anyone I knew but very familiar… it hit me much later who he reminded me of…

Tina: Who was that babe…

Bette:  Me… If I was a man, I would look like him… he has the same coloring…  thick black curly hair… clean shaved, very muscular…