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Chapter 4 Bette As I slowly stirred from the depths of sleep, my senses were greeted by the familiar surroundings of my own bedroom. The high ceilings soared above, with moldings that spoke of a bygone era’s craftsmanship, a delicate blend of history and modernity that was quintessentially Haussmann. The soft morning light
Desert Rose The Texas sun was beating down without any mercy on a Friday morning, as the smoke curled up from under the hood of my black Mustang 1964. Never before the old timer had let me down. Surrounded by pastures of arid grass, the occasional cactus and dirt I resigned to faith and sat
Bette ’But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun.’ It can never be that Shakespeare had the same view as me, when this line came to mind. For there can never be another her, in past, present or future – the sun at the centre
Bette’s POV ‘And so instead I ended up changing my spare room into an atelier.’ Mesmerized by the movement of Tina’s hands as she moistens them with hand cream I barely notice that my mother in law is probably waiting for me to say something. Only when I meet Tina’s playfully raised eyebrow through the mirror I reply.