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Tina couldn’t sleep, which was unusual for the blonde. She normally fell asleep long before Bette but tonight her brain was in overdrive and rest elusive. Swirling, whirling images danced in front of her eyes when she closed them and kept her mind busy as she turned her thoughts over and over, inside out. She
41 Tina smiled, drinking more of her water, her eyes meeting Bette’s over the top of the bottle. “Not Turnip, Baby. Turn. Up. Turnup. Boo called him that and everyone else followed suit. She had a nickname for some of the real river rats, the ones whose family lived there for generations…” “The From Here
Two Months Later Bette watched as James tried to help maneuver a couple of large crated paintings into the Gallery floor. Two men were backing up through the hall with the paintings on a dolly. ”Watch the corners.” James directed, ”Don’t hit the doorframe.” James looked at Bette and sighed, ”I’m never using these guys
Bette moved her head from one side to the other, trying to see her eye makeup in the mirror around Tina’s head. She could smell Tina’s shampoo and she angled her head to breath in more, kissing her on the side of the head before turning her face to see if her makeup was smooth.
40 Bette stood, “It will make more sense if I show you.” She waited while Tina put on an oversized t-shirt, then slipped her hand in Tina’s and led her to the office down the hall. “Sit…” she said, holding the back of her office chair and smiling, the tears seemingly over for now. She
Epilogue ‘To high seas and mermaids!’ Helena held out her glass while Dylan, Bette and Tina all gently clinked theirs against it. ‘To high seas and mermaids!’ they echoed, with puzzled smiles. ‘My uncle Harry was a sailor,’ Helena explained. ‘And it sounds right for a table like ours, doesn’t it?’ The irony, of
Bette lost sight of Tina among the colorful fruit stands and hanging scarves. They were at the local morning farmer’s market, which doubled as a bazaar of sorts, where different stands sold everything from fresh fruit to hats, skirts and sarongs to potted plants and herbs. There were even stalls with homemade jewelry, candles, pottery
ONE YEAR LATER Bette let herself into the house, juggling three grocery bags and her briefcase with the agility of someone used to managing five things at once. She set her keys, sunglasses and briefcase on the table by the entry way, then made her way to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Everything
Tina woke first, her eyes adjusting slowly to a cloudy day, heavy rain clouds filling the sky. In their haste to get to bed last night, they had left the door to the balcony standing open and by the sound of it, the waves on the beach were huge and angry. She could smell the
Dear Readers, I just wanted to let you know that I have not forgotten about our B&T. I am preparing for a board examination in one month’s time and so I will be away for a bit. I don’t want to rush these chapters and have the quality suffer. Just know I’ll be back when