“Fuck” Bette sighed…”Nice job Porter…”

Later that night Bette was tossing and turning, thinking about the day’s events. It was 2 am, and she’s still a wake, she took her cell and dialed the only person who may not sleep at that time- Alice. After few rings the groggy and sleepy Alice answered.

“Its better be something important, or your wife will become a widow!” Alice threat

“Oh, were you sleeping Alice…?” Bette asked

“No…I was waiting Santa Clouse…” the irritated and not amused Alice replayed.

“It’s bit early for Santa Clouse, Alice!” Bette chuckled

“It’s a bit early for you to calling me, Bette!” Alice said back, hearing Bette’s deep sigh “What’s wrong Porter…oh…wait…are you sleeping on the couch?”

“Yeah, Tina and I roused the hell early that evening…” Bette exhaled “Franklin called and told me to go to the CAC…”

“Whoa…whoa…wait a minute…I thought that you are some kind of boss, he can’t tell you what to do…”

“Well apparently he can and he will, but not for long… I’m resigning after the season…”

“Giving up the dream, huh?” Alice said.

“No… just going with a different one. I think Tina is right. CAC is ruing our lives again…what was I thinking…”

“No regrets?”

“If I screw up raising my kids…nothing I achieve will matter much. I want to be close to them, to have the chance to do things with them. I want to come home after work, and my family to be there. I want my big happy family, Alice, and some gallery or the stupid Franklin can’t take this away from me!”

“That’s my girl!” Alice laughs, really happy to hear the strong, independent and passionate Bette again.

“Hey…can I ask you a favour?” Bette said whispering…

  Tina was lying awake in the bed, tossing and turning. She was thinking about Bette and the whole madness lately. Their live was perfect, simple no spotlights or asshole bosses. She knew that Bette was doing her best; she respected that… her stubbornness, her perfectionism. She felt guilty, for not giving her chance to explain, to defense herself. She heard some movement down stairs and rose from the bed. Tina put some shorts and T-shirt, took the baseball bat lying in the wardrobe and quietly walked down. The noise was coming from the kitchen; she looked at the couch not seeing Bette there. Tina looked the clock; it was nearly pass 3 am. She quietly walked inside the kitchen…