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    When Hope is Lost.

    It took twenty minutes for Bette’s taxi to arrive at the gallery where she had an appointment for an interview for the receptionist’s position. At this point in her life, she’d take whatever she could find. An artist she was familiar with owned the gallery, a woman by the name of Allyn Barnes. Bette had tried early on in her career to get her to do a show at the CAC, when she was the director, but the artist had a show around Europe at that same time and it hadn’t work out. At least Bette would now meet her for the first time in person.

     

    She was quite nervous walking in the door of the gallery so she paused and took a minute to center herself for her interview. She gazed around at her surroundings as she calmed herself, taking in deep breaths, enjoying all that she took in, and soon after found her way to the office and went in, letting the woman sitting at the desk know that she was there for a 2:30 interview.

     

    She was guided to sit in a nearby seat. At exactly 2:30 Allyn walked out of her office and saw that the interviewee was there. Bette hadn’t spotted her yet as she was looking through a magazine. This gave Allyn an opportunity to observe her from afar.

     

    Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the younger beauty. The resemblance was uncanny but both parties’ knowledge of that information would have to wait until the proper time. “Hello, Miss Porter, it’s so nice too meet you; I’m Allyn Barnes and I’m ready to interview you if you’re ready.” She said to Bette as she walked over to the chair where she was sitting.

     

    Bette stood up, smiled and reached her hand forward to shake Allyn’s hand. “How do you do, Ms. Barnes, it’s such a pleasure to meet you, I’m ready for the interview.” Allyn observed her smile and realized it was a dead ringer.

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