Chapter 22

Katelyn came through the door balancing the three bags in
her arms. She had expected someone to be there as soon as she opened the door
however she was met with silence.

Trudging on to the kitchen she sat the bags on the counter
and put the food away.

Proceeding down the hall to the bedroom she peeked inside
but did not see Tina as expected laying down for a nap. Closing the door back
she made her way to the back door and looked out the window seconds before
opening the door.

She froze in place watching the scene unfold in front of
her. There was Bette paintbrush poised in the air looking intently at the
canvas in front of her. Behind her sat Tina in a lawn chair just enjoying the
perfect view of Bette’s backside.

Smiling Katelyn not wanting to disturb them decided to get
an early start on dinner and turned around walking back the way she had came.

Two hours later with dinner was ready and the table was sat
she headed to where she had last seen Bette and Tina. This time when she paused
to look out the door she saw her sister stand and face Bette and gently she
pulled her to her for a soft kiss.

Katelyn observed Bette’s reaction to her sister’s forward
attempt at showing her she still desired Bette. Bette at first seemed as if she
were enjoying Tina’s attentions then almost as if she forced herself to
maintain some control she pulled away and took a step back.

Her face held the look of confusion, desire, and
uncertainty. But Tina must have read these same emotions because she stepped
forward refusing to allow Bette the chance to elude her and once again pulled
her into her arms as her lips landed on Bette’s feverishly.

Katelyn had to give Tina credit for being brave she was not
letting Bette’s initial reaction put her off of what she wanted. Just as they
parted a second time Katelyn opened the door and yelling for them to come
inside dinner is ready.

Bette silently followed Tina in the back door and they both
headed to the bathroom to wash their hands without a word spoken. Thank
goodness Katelyn had always been the type of person to chatter during moments
of embarrassing silence because it was this very trait that kept conversation
flowing at the table that night.