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Bette’s eyes are still locked on her ex, convinced that skipping lunch was a bad idea because she’s clearly having some sort of hunger-induced hallucination.
”Baby…” Bette’s wife says again.
Kit glances at Bette’s wife and then reaches over and nudges her sister. ”Bette…Michelle is talking to you….”
Kit’s nudge is enough to snap Bette out of her daze. She turns and looks at her wife. ”Yeah? Um…… What was the question?”
Michelle looks at Bette curiously. ”I asked you to take Michael because he’s getting heavy, but I’ll just take him to Kits’ office. What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost……”
”I think I have, two of them actually….”
”What?” Michelle asks as she adjusts their toddler in her arms.
”Nothing, baby…… you go lay Mickey down, and I’ll meet you in the back ….” Bette leans over, kisses Michelle on the cheek, and then kisses her son’s head.
”Ok, get yourself a shot or something to calm down, baby….” Michelle says.
”Yeah, I think I’ll do that……”
Bette waits until Michelle is out of earshot before she turns and looks at her sisters ”What the fuck?!”
Kit holds her hands up in surrender. ”Hey, don’t look at me like that. I’ve been trying to get in touch with your lil ass all day, girl. She just showed up here….”
”Well, how long is she here for?”
”I don’t know….”
”Why is she here?”
”I don’t know….”
”Well, what the fuck do you know, Kit? Did you not ask any questions.”
”I was just as shocked as you, Bette. I mean, what the hell was I supposed to ask? Hey, girl, where the fuck have you been the past six years?”
”Yeah, actually, for starters….”
Kit sighs and shrugs. ”Well… I figured I’d let you ask that question. You deserved at least that much….”
Bette takes a deep breath and then glances at Tina again. She then turns her back and puts her hands on her hips. ”I don’t think I can go over there, Kit… I don’t think I have shit to say to her…”
Kit gently nods. ”I understand that…. but I know for a fact you’ve been dreaming and longing for a face-to-face with the child sitting at the table with her….”