Bette: See you soon.

Tina hung up the phone and drove further.

Patricia: Why are you smiling such a big smile, Mommy?

Tina hadn’t even noticed she was smiling. She looked briefly at her daughter.

Tina: Because I’m happy, Boo.

Patricia: I’m happy to! Dad has been so nice to me this morning.

Tina: He has been nice hasn’t he?

It hurted Tina to know her daughter was happy her Dad had been nice to her for once.

They arrived at the gallery and Tina got nerves. She stepped out of the car and helped her little girl out of the car and they walked to the door and stepped in. They saw a young man sitting at a desk. They walked up to him.

Tina: Hello, can I see Bette Porter?

James: I will check if she is free.

James stood up and walked into some room. Patricia asked for Tina’s attention.

Patricia: If I promise to be careful, can I look around Mommy?

Tina: When we see the Gallery owner, you can ask, okay?

Patricia: Okay, Mommy.

Bette had walked up behind the two and had heard the little girl.

Bette: You can look around if you be careful and don’t touch anything.

Patricia looked at the woman and smiled.

Patricia: I promise!

She let go of her mother’s hand and slowly walked around looking at all the paintings. Tina turned around and her breath caught in her troth. Bette looked even better now than she did at the dinner… She was in a tight fitting jean, an even tighter pink t-shirt and high heels.

Bette: Let’s go to my office.

Tina nodded and followed Bette into the room.

Bette: She is a beautiful girl. What’s her name again?

Tina: Patricia

Bette: Oh, that’s right. Well, I got a son. He is 13. His name is Fabian Primeiro.

Tina: Fabian Primeiro is a beautiful name.

Bette: His other mother picked it. She died when he was 11. He just goes by Fabian. Well, I will get your earring.

Tina was looking at Bette who pulled a metal object out of a white envelope and walked back up to her, holding out her hand. Tina felt her heart beating in almost every place of her body.