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(9 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)They undressed for bed, Tina lost in thought and worry over Grannie Ellie. It had been so unlike her at dinner to lose her way, sit with strangers and not know the menu of her favorite place to eat. Tina didn’t know how she would cope if there was something seriously wrong with her Grandmother.




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)FROM 43 – “Tina’s one of us, we would have searched all night for her. It was your damn flag that led us to you, ya know that?” he grinned, and Bette looked at him incredulous. “Wh-what do you mean?” she asked through chattering teeth. “It was higher than those reeds on the bank. I




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)“Bette! You’re not listening to me again. We have been over this a hundred thousand times. Equal split… equal… Bette… that means half of everything…” “Equal is such a vague term, really. It can mean anything. If you think about the term equal is about appropriate resources and quality and status.” “What the fuck does




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)It was the morning of their ultrasound appointment and Tina woke up before Bette for once. She glanced the clock, groaning at the fullness of her bladder. She felt like she was in the bathroom a hundred times a day. The other day, Bette joked that Tina was wearing a track in the hard wood




(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5, rated)A/N: Disclaimer: This fan-fiction is based on the Irish Girl band B*witched they were popular in the late 90’s. Till they’re breakup in 2002 the events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual ladies in the group no real last names will be used; I’ve changed the names and




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




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




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




(12 votes, average: 4.92 out of 5, rated)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.




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




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




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