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    Air Supply, Chapter 3

    “It looks really bad.  She sees it as her life and she expects me to see it the same way.”

    “I think you’re overreacting.”  

    Bette picks up the phone.  “Dr. Bassey, hi it’s Bette.  I’m terribly sorry but I just got the page and I’m afraid I’m not in a functional state…I…”  The voice on the other end interrupts her.  Bette looks to the floor.  “Thank you.  I’m sorry about this…Yes…ok.  Goodnight.”

    “What did she say?”

    “Not much…just… ‘understood Dr. Porter.  I’ll take care of it.’”

    “That sounds ok.”

    “I don’t know…her voice didn’t sound ‘ok’.”

    “Bette you really need to take it down a notch…you’re reading too much into that woman’s words and actions.  She said she’ll take care of it, it’s not your fault, and I don’t imagine you’ve done this before in all this time…have you?”

    “No…well not since…no…not for a long time.”  Kit caught the reference to the history but just moved on.  “Ok then…I’m off to go get her.  I’m going to take her out for dinner.  You rehabilitate yourself… drink some coffee, feed yourself…take a shower…whatever…You seem to be handling your liquor pretty well, in any event, which makes me wonder how you managed to get your system so tolerant….but we’ll talk about that later… get yourself into a decent state or I’ll only let her be with you for five minutes.  I don’t want my little girl wondering why her mama is looking funny, talking funny and her breathe smelling even funnier…”  She leaves.  Bette grabs her head and rubs it.  She goes to the kitchen and starts to make coffee to make sure she’s in a proper state for her little one.

    The weekend passed.  It was, as always, too short for Bette.  She wanted more time with her daughter.  As it was, things were difficult, given her choice of profession.  She spent all her time with her and no one else.  That time was sacred.  She worried though…she had almost totally lost the opportunity this time around.  She was angry with herself.  She was sitting in the cafeteria finishing up her lunch.

    “Dr. Porter?”

    “Oh, well hello…if it isn’t the one of the new psyche residents…”  Her voice intensified but so did the feeling on the back of her neck as she gazed at the woman.

    Comments

    1. Ok Merl, I’m surprise Bette is standing with all the different hats she wears. Dr., Mom, Lothario and on top of that suffering from a break up. Somethings got to give before it all crashes in on her. Hope this new woman can cool her off as well as fire her up.

    2. WOW Merl, where are you going with this??? Bette seems to be all over the place. I’m with Probie, I wonder where and if there is going to be a deterioration? What an ending…You MUST have another chappy hanging around…right? :-)))

    3. I don’t know, Bette seems to resemble a lot of women I know that are over achiever Alpha’s. Life is complicated and filled with many types of relationships and committments. Good job M at incorporating all of them into one well told story. You’ve lit up all that we work through and deal with all of the time using our beloved Bette. P.S. Yes, still seething. LOL.

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