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Chapter 23

London – 1998

Bette’s face said it all, she didn’t have a clue what might be going on with her friend to be acting so weirdly. But then again, she thought about these last six months that she had been away and that perhaps Tina was experiencing the same difficulties of getting used to one another again.

Things had been weird between them even before she left so she saw no special reason behind her friend’s behaviour.

“Ahhh T?… are you ok?” Bette asked with a little concern in her eyes, afraid of her blonde angel might answer.

Of course I’m not ok Bette… Jesus… why is it so difficult to just say what I came here to say?

Bette just stood there, waiting for Tina’s reply unable to read her thoughts like she used to. It seemed like time was standing still.

“T?” Bette was running out of patience.

Tina was startled by Bette’s voice and immediately realized she needed to provide a verbal answer.

“Ummm yeah… I’m ok… I’m just a little bit tired and… well quite hungry actually so I thought… I mean… you look ok to go out to me… so perhaps we could go out now?… I mean I know how much time it takes you to change and stuff… and I would like to eat sometime this week…” Tina was trying to lighten the mood with that last smart ass comment.

“Very funny Kennard… ok let’s go then…” Bette was not entirely convinced with her friend’s answer but she decided to leave it at that, at least for now.

They grabbed their coats and out the door they went.

“The place I was telling you about is not far from here so I guess we have three options… we walk although it’s a little bit cold, we take a cab or I can drive us there… although I wouldn’t want to do that since I’ve had a very stressful day and… frankly I could use a glass of wine?” Bette said with pleading eyes.