Lincoln Square, West Side – twelve days later – Monday – 9:30 am – Bette Porter’s office. With an arm sling on her left side, Tina was in her office searching for something on her computer. The common door with Bette’s office was open on purpose by the brunette, so she could watch her
The remainder of the weekend was spent together as a family. That Saturday they had had breakfast together, lounged together, embarked on a rather long conversation regarding the past before New York, and Sunday was spent doing much the same. They cooked together as a family, peppering meals throughout a cascade of topics, some of