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    1 Tina

    ’Is this her?’ She picked up the picture from my desk. Appreciation appeared in her eyes as she studied the picture of Bette that I had snapped when she took me on a trip to Rome, a few days after we found out I was pregnant. She was standing at the balcony of the romantic B&B, dreamingly overlooking the city as if the entire world lay at her feet.

    ’Yes.’

    Kate looked at the picture one more time, before placing it back on my desk. ’Are you going to be in Normandy?

    ’Yes.’ I said too fast and then tried to fix it. ’I still have to discuss it with Bette, but I think it I’ll be there.’ I hated every moment I tried to keep the image of my marriage intact. Kate smiled and my phone buzzed again. I froze.

    Bette: I wish you had just fucked me until I forgot where I was and why I came back it would have been so much better than all the shit I came back to.

    ’I have to get this.’ I said to Kate starring at my screen.

    ’Cool. See ya.’ She waved and closed the door behind her.

    Tina: Did something happen with Renee?

    Bette: She’s dying isn’t she?

    My heart reacted in a way it hadn’t for a long time and I couldn’t bring myself to re-confirm; that she was indeed, over text, so I pressed the call button and looked out over the roof tops of Paris. The phone went to voice mail. ’Call me when you get this. I’m here.’ But she never called back.

    1.5 Tina

    That night the hospital cafeteria advertised steak tartare for dinner. My stomach rumbled as I took the stairs up. The French so obsessed with their food. The other night they served Salmon with Dill sauce. Because nothing screamed ”bon appétit” like dining in a place that radiated the fragrant aromas of illness and industrial-grade sanitizers. What compelled people visiting their ailing or perhaps expiring loved ones, to gather round the institutional plastic tables and boldly request a perfectly seared slab of medium-rare steak, swimming in pepper sauce? The thought of the red, bloody meat made my stomach twist instead and I turned my head aside when I passed the neo-natal wing.Bette stood up when I entered. ’Where’s Renee?’ I greeted putting the bag for her on the empty bed.

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    1. Hey ladies,

      Welcome back!

      I do remember Renee and the story of last year. I totally loved that one but this rewrite is catching my interest as well.

      My heart is breaking for Bette and Tina, i want to cry for them and hope and wish they will find the love they once had.

      And Renee being so sick, no cure possible. The catalist for Bette returning to Paris.

      I’m looking forward to read the other parts.

    2. A re-write? I’m curious to see what you’ve changed. I loved it the first time around and was waiting for an update.
      Well, I’m off to reading now. :-)

    3. I was exciting seeing the tittle (not knowing of the meaning of 2.0 was). read the story eagerly, thinking it was another chapter of the other story. but then I read, Renee is still alive? hmm.. must be a past story, then.. I thought.. hmm.. it’s weird, the storyline seems different from the one without 2.0.
      then I read Author Note, I should have read it sooner… hehehehe.. (so sorry.. I didn’t read the author note from the beginning because how eager I was to read it) so it is different story, with almost the same background .. and now I wonder what is the difference from the other one? well… my impression reading this one is less bitterness, a lot of stubbornness from both side,, and that makes me wonder what happened with them?

      I love both stories, and can’t wait for the next one.. and thank you for sharing your work with us..

    4. I must say that this story is rather confusing to me… As you have no introduction into any background on this story. Who is Renee? Who is “I”… what’s going on… I am sorry to say that after 3 pages I simply quit reading as I still had no clue as what I was reading. If you are depending on the reader having read another story to figure out who these people are and what is going on, then you need to say so. But your story is like waking up and finding yourself somewhere you have never been before with people you do not know and why you or they are there… With any good story… you cannot assume your reader knows anything…. you must tell the reader what they need to know to get into the story..

      I do remember your last story…. but I also remember that I had a great deal of difficulty following who was talking in your dialogue sequences… thus, I had a great deal of difficulty discerning the story line… Is this Bette talking or is it Tina? I guess some enjoy that style of story telling… I will say that I enjoyed Desert Rose far more than Uncharted Territory.

      Good luck with this one. I wish you much success…

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