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She sipped coffee and tried to soak up the moment – to reflect on her presence, now, in a place she hadn’t even known existed when she left New York, and which had gone from being where Helena lived, to where Tina was, to where Bette herself would soon call home.
It wouldn’t be quite like this, though. The house she and Tina planned to build would be a little further east and would face south: kind of like theirs and Helena’s homes were sitting on a love-seat. Bette and Tina’s morning sun would be to the left, not the right. Bette closed her eyes, to imagine it. Would they have a balcony on the master bedroom? It certainly was nice in the morning, after the night before . . .
Behind her, she heard the drone of the shower stop. Bette stretched her back a little. Tina had been very passionate when they’d come upstairs to bed last night. Something about all the nights she’d ached for Bette in this room. She’d wanted her close, as close as she could be, so Bette had put her left hand to the back of Tina’s head while her right moved deep inside her, their open mouths held a little apart, swallowing each other’s gasps as they kneeled on the bed . . .
‘Oooh, coffee! Is there coffee?’ Tina asked, appearing at Bette’s elbow.
‘Dylan brought it,’ Bette said.
Tina was wrapped in a huge white towel, her face a rosy pink. Bette picked up a second coffee mug from a small wrought-iron table on the balcony and handed it to her. Tina sipped and made a sound of appreciation.
‘You think the weather’s gonna behave today?’ she asked.
‘I have no idea,’ Bette replied. ‘But you know what they say? There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.’
Tina raised her eyebrows, impressed with this sagacity. ‘Did you bring anything for if it rained?’ she asked.
Bette shot her a sidelong glance. ‘Nah. You?’
Towards the end of breakfast the weather had improved. Helena drew them a quick map on the back of an envelope in case they lost their GPS signal, and then Bette and Tina went down to the driveway to meet Kurt and get the bikes. He was his usual low-energy self, but he did take care to show Bette how to work the gears and made sure Tina had his number in her phone.