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Tina was in her office, sitting curled into the corner of one of two long leather couches that sat at right angles to her desk. She wasn’t a desk person. She had a MacBook but she used it mainly for Skype and watching funny dog videos. Her real work was done on a notepad, with
Tina took her usual seat in the waiting room, next to the same tired plant on one side, the same small end table on the other. At least the magazines were new, but the couple across the room looked familiar and were doing what Bette called “whisper fighting”, as they did almost every time. Setting
‘Sorry, sorry, sorry . . .’ Bette came into the kitchen preceded from the front door by Solly and followed by Angie. It was late on Monday night and Tina was standing at the central island, packing Sasha’s lunch for tomorrow and listening to a Sixties rock playlist. ‘Well, hello, strangers,’ she said with a
A month passed, then three. The construction on Boo’s little house next door finally completed and Saturday deemed move in day. Everyone would be there to help, with a pool party to follow. Most interesting was that Boo invited a friend to come meet everyone, a woman she had been spending time with over the
‘I am not!’ ‘You are too!’ ‘No, I’m not!’ ‘Are too!’ ‘Kids . . .’ Sunny said, in his most soothing tone. ‘Mother?’ Angie appealed to Bette. ‘Jesus . . .’ said Kit. Sasha burped monstrously and squealed, ‘It smells of pineapple!’ She breathed this fruity gift all over Solly the dog, who was sitting
Sunday night came round again in a flash. Back from the cabin Wednesday night, then a blur of rescheduled activities and work. One of those little two- or three-day spurts when Bette felt like she was the stage manager of a longrunning Broadway show called The Porter-Kennard Family. All she seemed to do was see
Kit Porter did not like the cabin. Or no, make that ‘The Cabin’, since everyone in her family had a habit of putting it in audible capitals. The Cabin is fun . . . The Cabin is magical . . . The Cabin speaks to nature, Bette actually said once . . . The Cabin
Tina was out in the yard when Bette called out to tell her that it was nine forty-five. Tina called back, ‘Great! Be right there.’ She switched off the watering hose and left it on the ground for Solly to lap at while she slipped her feet back into her Birkenstocks, ran her hand over
‘Tee?’ ‘Coming!’ ‘It’s starting . . .’ ‘I know, I know,’ Tina said, a little breathless as she scurried barefoot across the hardwood floor towards where Bette was sitting. ‘Everyone okay?’ Bette asked, making room by gently pushing Solly, a cute, very sleepy Cocker Spaniel, along onto the end of the sofa. ‘Mhmm.’ Tina reached
Love centered (chapter 3) Bette “ don’t hide from me tee” Tina stills her hands, now covering her breasts not looking at Bette, afraid of what she might see in her eyes. Those eyes that say more than anything that comes out of her mouth. Tina has always been able to read Bette so well
Tina grabbed Bette’s hand squeezing it tightly as she felt the plane start its descent into Raleigh Durham International Airport. She was always known for her calmness and steady hands in the operating room. Nothing could frazzle or shake her when she held a scalpel in her hand. But now….as she returns back to her
In all the years of their long relationship Tina had never seen Bette look at her like she was right now. Used to the many different gazes of love, of lust, of pure desire … even of anger or despair, confusion and… hurt, regrettably, of course. Many times, Bette looked at her with sweet fondness,
Next few weeks passed by in a blur of activity. They dutifully attended individual therapy and couples therapy once a week. Bette worked and studied a lot. The interior renovations were almost completed at her law firm. Bette held a few more staff meetings where issues were fully addressed. Each employee was given an