I sat back and she sighed at me. I dropped my pen and slammed my books shut. She most definitely did sleep with Bette. She hadn’t said anything yet, she was trying to get her story straight I assume.

"Remember that party I went to last month?"

"Which one? The one your mother had for some artist…oh," I said, remembering the conversation I had with her about it. I don’t remember Bette’s name in particular. But it was quite obvious that I didn’t pay much attention to Helena’s rambling.

"Yeah that one. Anyway it was quite boring as are all of her artist dinners. She just wants to show off to her friends."

"What do you mean, show off?"

"Even though Bette is only twenty-four, she’s already taken the art world by storm. She just graduated with a Master’s in Art History at Yale, her parent’s alma mater and interned at Hartford Art Gallery. It was there that my mother met her and fell in love with her."

"That’s something, no one really impresses your mother easily."

"I know, so I figured I’d try and get to know her."

"And get to know her you did," I said and sighed.

"Tina it meant nothing. She avoided my advances all night knowing good and well that she didn’t want to mess with her business partner’s daughter."

"Business partner?"

"Yeah, Bette eventually wants to own her own gallery and my mother wants to invest."

"Oh, she’s very ambitious."

"Yes, very ambitious indeed. I’ve never met someone so young and driven. Anyway, we talked here and there all night and well the rest of the story you know. I snuck my way into the guest room and we, you know."

"Yes Helle, I know you fucked her," I said resting my head in my palm.

"Tina, believe me when I say it meant nothing, to either of us."

"I know you’re girl crazy and she’s a player."

"Exactly. You shouldn’t waste your time. She’s not going to settle down for a while, if ever."

"I guess."

"Plus you need to come out before you can think about starting a relationship with her or any woman for that matter."

"I know I know, I just need to figure this out."