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    The letter on the subway

    Story written on March 31, 2011 by kins40.
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    Chapter 10

    Chapter 10
    Tina left her studio in TriBeCa en route to Bette’s apartment. A week had passed since Bette came to visit her for her studio tour. 
    Bette had invited her over for dinner and they were going to discuss the setting up of her first solo show and spend some overdue time alone. She was excited about seeing the beautiful brunette again. They had spoken everyday since her visit at her  loft and had seen each other at the gallery but there had been no occasion for an intimate setting like tonight’s opportunity offered.
    Tina was almost skipping to her destination a beaming smile on her face. The city looked almost different to her and she felt like she was noticing it for the first time; Manhattan so densely populated with great neighbourhoods, history and architecture, its heavily travelled avenues  vibrant with pedestrians and dodg’ems yellow taxis.
    She smiled as she suddenly realised how she loved living in New York. There was always something going on. The noise of the traffic, police sirens, car horns, sporadic interjections from driver to driver as they ground to a halt in the city’s commute. The hustle and bustle would deter a lot of people, but not Tina and especially not today.
    Watching life go by in New York was like watching a little ant farm strategically go about its daily life, weaving through the very organised maze of its grid like pattern of streets.
    Walking in New York City is an art form all of its own  and Tina was observing the skilful attempts of her fellow pavement walkers at avoiding being run over by the hoards of New Yorkers on their way uptown, downtown and even crosstown.   She had learned that  it all came down to  not interrupting the flow! Pavements in New York have traffic patterns with slow and fast lanes and overtaking manoeuvres; So whatever you do, you must not stop in the middle of the flow, you pull over and out of the way!
    Crossing the street could be just as tricky and Tina had always wondered how New Yorkers always avoided walking into each other. Tina knew the skill in that particular case;  the famous stare down, the art of the perfected steely gaze to bully a person out of your way. If it fails, you resort to performing the dance; the bob and weave or the occasional cha cha slide especially if you are about to bump into that very cute person!
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    2. *dances* B.Porter you best me taking Tina to show her the letter she once wrote. Lovely update. I for one would love to see the masterpeice that was created its a pity I can’t draw I would have given it ago. I’m glad I checked back as you updated. Love this chapter…. What’s next can’t wait. Writing was as beautiful as always Caramel

    3. Thank God, Bette is the one showing her the letter. When you had Tina go to Bette’s appartment, I thought you were going to pull a “Return to me” twist on us! I guess I shouldn’t go into more details for those who haven’t seen the movie (With M. Driver and D. Duchovny), but if you’ve seen it, you’ll understand what I mean… And if not… well… huh… I guess my comment is kinda pointless then… Anyway!… Oh, and about this appartment 1506…! Any particular reason for this very specific number? LOL!… Oh, and I have to tell you that I loved the part about the walking “traffic” in NYC, especially the crossing streets without bumping into people coming your way. And you’re right, the staring down and bullying people does work!!! And to answer your question my friend, although I love Canada and its wonderful citizens, I am most definitely francaise! ;) Thanks a million for the update!

    4. loved it…. and i too can’t wait to see tina’s reaction… and you nailed it trying to cross the street in New York City… are you from NY… great story…ppppppps

    8. Yes, it has to be Bette, showing her the letter. You had me worried there for a while. Beautiful story. Oh and I loved “Walking in New York City is an art form all of its own….” It was like being back there in that vibrant city. Looking forward to Tinas reaction.

    9. Thanks for the update Kins40! :-) You nailed it again! The description of the city bustling, the art of walking and the steely gaze… LOL it’s a good tips! And… Yay…!!! Finally Bette will show Tina the letter!! I wonder what would happen… Can’t wait to read more…! Uhm is there anything I can do to make you post sooner? :-) PPS, thanks! :o) BTW Oneg is boring?? no way! Some says boring as they haven’t realized that the common thing is also have its own uniqueness and importances, it’s so neutral to keep the balace.. ;-) air also so common, dare them to live without it! LOL (speaking of the same blood type group :-D though for mine there’s not so much romantic factors, maybe it’s more in your genes!)

    15. I read somewhere that this time of the day-when lights start shining while daylight is dying is called “the japanese hour”. It’s so romantic even in busy N.Y. Your description of walking through the city was so realistic and so accurate! Loved the chapter, but appeased I was not. Actually I keep checking for the next update with a disturbing frequency..

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