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    Tell Me Something Good – Chapter 1

    Prologue. 

     

    LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

    Tina entered the door to the house that she and Bette had share and slowly made her way to their bedroom. She flipped on the light switch and looked up to see Bette seated at the foot of their bed. The two women stared at each other from across the room.

    “I needed to see you.” Bette said from the foot of the bed.

    Tina quickly walked to the closet and began to pull out clothes.

    “You don’t want to give me anything I need, okay. That’s fair.”

    Tina turned to Bette.

    “Nothing’s fair, Bette. You broke everything that meant anything to me.”

    Tina pulled out more clothes from the closet.

    “Let me fix it.” Bette begs.

    “No.”

    Bette walked over to Tina.

    “I won’t accept that.”

    Tina walked over to the chest of drawers and grabs more items and stuffs them in a bag.

    “Too bad.”

    Bette signed in frustration.

    “Look, I… I overestimated myself. Alright. Supporting us both financially, and then – and then when we lost the baby, I thought that I had to take on the whole burden, I thought that I had to absorb your pain and ignore my own.”

    Tina turned around and faced Bette.

    “Well, I hope you had fun blowing off some steam with the carpenter.”

    Tina walked out of the bedroom with her belongs and headed to the door.

    “T…do you still love me?” Bette asked as she stood in the living room.

    Tina opened the door and turned to face Bette.

    “I think I’ll always love you Bette, but right now I can’t even be in the same room as you and if I stay, I know I’ll grow to hate you and I don’t want to hate you.”

    Tina turned and quickly ran out of the house to her car.

    “Tina!” Bette screamed.

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    Chapter 1

    NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – FIVE YEARS LATER

    Inside her Village brownstone on Perry Street, Bette Porter, dressed in a pair of faded 501 button-fly jeans, white tank top and Chambray cinched at the waist and sandals, hung the painting on her office wall and stepped back to admire the watercolors her mother had painted during her marriage to Melvin Porter. Bette glanced at the framed 5x7s and 8x10s photos of Melvin, of Kit, of Bette and Kit, of Bette and Melvin, of the three of them together and of “the gang” on the fireplace mantel. Picking up the group photo Bette sighed, “I miss you T. Happy anniversary.”

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    Comments

    1. Interesting…liked the idea that despite the years of not seeing each other Bette and Tina still loved each other. Can’t wait for their paths to cross again and for Bette to meet her daughter. I think I’m going to love this story, thanks teegirl! pps

    2. Sorry to hear about your mom. Sending warm thoughts and blessings her way. Thank you for taking the time to start a new story. Great start, keep it coming. PPS

    3. Great start. Wishes for your mother’s good health to return very soon. Bette and Tina are so close yet so far away. Hope Angelica and Bette can start talking to each other and liking each other. Hope Angie remembers that Tina said she had a dog named Rufus when she was a little girl. Love it.

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