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“Bette, where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all morning.”
“I’ve been at the warehouse—no reception. What’s wrong?”
“Helena just called me. She’s been trying to reach you. Listen—Tina’s in the hospital. Don’t panic! Helena has Angelica. I don’t know what happened—call Helena, OK?”
Bette felt her heart rate soar. She hung up on Alice and went through her missed call log on her phone. Helena had called and left two voice messages—she pressed the number before bothering to listen to her messages.
“Hello—Bette? It’s me, Dylan. Helena is at hospital with Tina.”
“What happened? What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure I quite understand but she was bleeding. She called and asked Helena to watch Angelica and Hels insisted on taking her to the hospital. I’ve got Angie here with the kids. Can you get there? It’s Lenox Hill.”
“Yes, I’m on my way.” Bette hailed a cab as she talked, “Dylan? Did Tina ask for me? I mean, I don’t want to assume…”
“I don’t know, Bette—Hels was trying to reach you on our house line and finally just called Alice; she asked me to let you know where they were when you called back. Do you want to call her mobile? I can give you her number although I’m not sure it will work in the hospital.”
“No. I’m on my way.”
She sat back in the cab, her finger drumming on the armrest. The driver had picked her up at the warehouse in Astoria and was now fighting traffic across the 59th Street bridge. Bette breathed deeply to try to calm herself as best she could.
Her thoughts went to the last meeting they had with Dr. Jacobson; Tina had told her that she had explained to Angelica who Bette was as best she could, considering Angelica’s age. They had discussed how to arrange visits and listened as Jacobson made some suggestions. They had begun to spend time with Angelica together and the plan was to eventually work out a schedule. Bette was elated yet wary—Tina still seemed aloof and very hesitant about the doctor’s suggestions regarding a custody schedule but Bette felt it was a step in the right direction. She would take whatever Tina offered and not push. Alice had returned to California feeling that she had accomplished what she had set out to do—now it was up to the two of them.