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(9 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)“Babe? Bette? Babe? Where… oh, there you are. I can’t get the breast pump to work and I left the other one at work. I’ll have to nurse before we can go… is that ok? What are you doing?” Bette’s head popped out from Rosie’s closet, her curls obscuring one eye. “What? Oh, sure. Of




(12 votes, average: 4.83 out of 5, rated)Alice was frantic. Seeing Bette break down at her launch party moments before sent her into a frenzied panic, for Bette to cry in public, to sink down to the nearest chair like all the fight had been drained from her… well. The fuck just happened. Alice had never seen anything like that before, not




(7 votes, average: 4.43 out of 5, rated)YOU GOTTA MAKE BIG MOVES – Chapter two Tina was silent for several minutes – Bette felt anxious – it had been a crazy day, and this was not a conversation she could have ever dreamed they would be having today or any other day in the near future. “I know you love me –




(6 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5, rated)The next morning: The Plaza Hotel Tina steps out of the elevator with Iris behind her. “I’ll be back later” Iris says giving Tina a kiss on the cheek. Tina nodded not really caring where Iris was going although she knew her brother was in town..or so she was told..so maybe that’s where she was




(11 votes, average: 4.64 out of 5, rated)On Monday afternoon, Tina and her PA went for a long lunch and then Tina took the bus down to Broadway to go hang out at the Strand Bookstore. When you’re stuck or overwhelmed or need to jump the rails creatively, Tina, connect with the world. Listen to people talking, watch their mannerisms. Remember who




(14 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5, rated)YOU GOTTA MAKE BIG MOVES – Chapter One “Can I come in?” Bette goggled at the sight when she had opened the door. Tina was standing looking pensive and strained. Today had been a surreal day and it showed no signs of becoming normal. If this was some glitch in the space/ time continuum she




(10 votes, average: 4.70 out of 5, rated)On Monday night, they watched the show as usual and then chatted about it as they got ready for bed. They both hated the Fake Marcus storyline, felt it was crass. Bette also had secondary concerns that Fake Angie a) was suddenly so unstable and b) felt a white tux was acceptable clothing. ‘What about




(11 votes, average: 4.91 out of 5, rated)On Monday, a little after seven, Tina was bringing Solly home after his evening walk when she got an alert on her phone. She slowed her pace, pulling the dog gently to a stop, and looked. It was an event being added to her calendar: a video call with her boss, network president Alan Gage,




(9 votes, average: 4.56 out of 5, rated)A little while later—University Diner—California University “Em…I can’t believe your Mom is flying in tomorrow..Since you told me I am all nervous now.” Taylor comments as she picks at her eggs with her fork. Emma chuckles “Why?..You’ve met my Mom..There is no reason to be nervous” she says as Taylor continues picking nervously at her




(11 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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




(14 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)‘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




(9 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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




(8 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)‘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




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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




(7 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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




(8 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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