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Lower Manhattan, Broadway and Prince Street- Monday afternoon.
Tina came out rushing from the conference room; Sharon was outside waiting for the meeting to end, but seeing Tina in such a state of commotion, she approached and stopped her.
Sharon: “what’s wrong, Tina?”
The interruption gave time to Bette to reach them.
Tina: “all I did was for nothing… my mistake”
Bette: “can you please stop and listen to me?”
Tina: “no, I don’t wanna talk to you”
Sharon: “calm down, ladies, perhaps we could talk in my office”
Tina: “I don’t see the point”
Bette: “you’ll see it if we talk”
Tina: “I don’t want to”
Bette: “why are you so stubborn?”
Tina: “why are you such a fucking bitch?”
Bette froze, she looked at the blonde eyes, this girl was hurt, and was spilling anger as blood flows from the wound of the injured… ‘no, it’s better to wait until she calms down’. Helena, who was talking with Alice, came from behind and whispered some words in Bette’s ear, but Tina, still close could hear it.
Helena: “will we proceed right now?”
Bette: (whispering too) “yes, we’ll leave immediately”
Yes, Bette has to leave and Tina felt worse; suddenly like a supernatural force, the blonde felt an electric shock through all her body…, she turned back…., it was the brunette’s hand holding her forearm; Tina was mesmerized on her sit with not control of herself, her eyes were fixated on Bette. On her side, Bette felt the electricity too her hand was stuck on Tina’s forearm like a continuation of the blonde’s body, but she had the strength to talk about what she had planned.
Bette: “we must talk, when you compose yourself, if not in here it’ll be in my office but we’ll talk, whether you want it or not, we’ll talk”
Tina didn’t answer, and Bette lost her voice, deep silence between them both…, the other four women around were looking to them; Alice rose her brow, Helena keep looking from the blonde to the brunette and way back, Sharon sighed and Joyce coughed, but nothing makes things change between Bette and Tina; finally.
Alice: “Bette…, Bette, we must go now…, Bette”
Bette: “eh…, what…? Oh, yes we must go…”