"Resolution?" she whispered, finally lifting her head to look Bette squarely in the eyes.

"Am I to understand that it’s resolution that you want?" she continued, voice quivering with emotion.

"I just thought-" Bette began.  

"***** you, Bette Porter!" she said as she slammed her hands down on the table, voice barely above a whisper.  "I’ll give you ***** resolution!" she said, voice now loud enough to be heard by the bordering tables.

"I never want to ***** see you again!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Tina” she said as she reached over, trying to take hold of her hands.

“I mean it, Bette” she cried, pulling her hands out of Bette’s reach.  “You want ***** resolution so bad, well so do I” she continued, trying to control her emotion.

“How ***** dare you?” she continued.  “You call me here to discuss resolution with you?  Well I’ve got news for you, Bette.  This is one thing that you’re not going to be able to wrap up and put a pretty bow on because you have no control over me anymore.  Do you hear me?” she asked as she leaned across the table.

“No ***** control over me” she repeated pulling back to her side of the table.

“If you wanted resolution so bad, you should have thought of that before you went off and fucked your friend the carpenter” she hissed as she stood up and pushed her chair back from the table.

“Tina, please…” Bette begged as she too stood, seeing her window off opportunity to discuss all that she had hoped closing. 

“Please what, Bette?” she asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she slammed her chair against the table.

“Please forgive you for ***** another woman?  Please forgive you for breaking every vow that we had ever made to each other?  Please forgive you for breaking my ***** heart?  Choose one, Bette.  Trust me when I say that the list has only begun” she whispered as tears continued to run down her face.

Seeing the pure rage coming from Tina’s eyes, Bette merely sat back down, defeat present in every molecule of her make-up.