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“Yeah, we need to start moving the pieces into gallery…” Bette had her phone to her ear as she sat on her Mac in her home office, she as looking at a floor plan of the London Gallery. “Yea…I want the pieces put into place and then photos sent over…yeah I just want to approve them…no no I understand, how long before the pieces are in place…right and the Francis is okay with this?…right…not happy that I’m not there. Well that’s not going to change any time soon…well you’re very good at your job I’m sure that you’ll be fine…yes…as long as the biggest piece goes on the bare brick wall at the back it will be fine…yeah, that’s all good…well send the photos when you can…sure…thank you Sara…yes…bye…”
Bette put the phone down. She rubbed her head before making some notes on the London file and then clicking off to check in on her Gallery in Paris. She needed to get some work done, for some sense of normality. She knew that Xavier was safe with the nurse she had hired. Xavier needed as much care as he could get and it also meant that Bette could work and see Tina. She just wished that her life had become so complex. Her phone rang and she looked a the caller ID which was private number.
“Hello Bette Porter speaking” Bette said slowly.
“Hi,” Tina’s voice came down the line,
“Hey baby, are you okay?”
“I was missing you and they said I could call, sorry are you busy?” Tina was nervous. She knew that Bette still had to work.
“It’s fine baby, how are you doing today?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice,” Tina admitted.
“I love you Tina.”
“I love you too,” Bette replied,
“How is Xavier?” Tina asked
“He is doing great, he has gained 2pounds and is slowly become more aware. Michelle is with him at the moment,”
“Who is Michelle?”
“She’s one of the team of four nurses that I’ve hired to help me out. Xavier needs a lot of care baby. They are just helping,”
“I should be there.”
Bette could hear the tears in her wife’s voice.
“Baby you’re recovering and getting the best help…”
“But my son…”