UNTITLED Ch 1

Bette sat in the back of a yellow cab. 

“Left or Right?” The Cabbie asked. 

“Right and then its the fifth house on the left.” Bette answered. 

The Cab stopped in front of Bette’s house in West Hollywood. Bette paid the Cabbie and walked inside. 

She walked around her empty house checking on all the things she should. She left her bag by the laundry room and picked up the stack of mail on the counter. She sifted through it separating the junk from the bills. Her cell phone rang.

“Hey Al.” Bette smiled. “No I just got home. No, I’m not going out tonight, I’ve got a briefing in the morning.” 

DING DONG. 

“Hold on there is someone at the door.” Bette crossed her living room and opened the door. 

A man and three small children stood on the porch. 

“I’m looking for Bette Porter.” The baby started to cry.

“You found her.” She said. 

“Thank God.” The man fumbled around in his messenger bag. “Here can you?” He held the baby out for Bette to hold. She hesitantly took the baby. He pulled a large envelope out of his bag and a clip board. “Can you sign here?” Bette signed with her free hand. “Thank you. This is for you.” He handed her the envelope and started to walk away. 

“Hey wait aren’t you forgetting something?” Bette pointed at the kids. 

“No, They are your problem now.” He smiled and walked to his car and left. Bette chased after him cussing. When he was out of sight she walked back to the house where two children were still standing on the porch. She pulled the documents from the envelope. A last will and testament. She very quickly scanned through it. Until she got to the part about the kids. 

“In the event of my death I, Anna Scott, leave my three children Parker Scott, Patrick Scott, and Peyton Scott to my only living relative and sister, Bette Porter.” Bette read out loud. “Who the Fuck is Anna Scott?” She asked herself.

“Ooo, You said a bad word.” The oldest of the three said from the porch. 

“BETTE!” Alice yelled from the phone Bette was still holding. 

“Sorry Al I’m gonna have to call you back.” Bette hung the phone up and looked at the three children in front of her as the baby started to cry.