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A Few Weeks Later
Bette woke up, as she usually did, just before the alarm went off so she wouldn’t wake up Tina. Instinct seemed to always pull her out of her dreams before the alarm sounded from her phone. She smiled as she looked over at the beautiful woman sleeping undisturbed besides her in their large king-size bed that Tina had said was too big when they bought it. They always ended up entwined with each other in the center of the bed so most of the bed went unused, except during those energetic nights of love making.
Bette sighed as she moved her body in a slow deliberate manner and undid herself from Tina. She wanted to stay in the comfortable arms of her girlfriend. The label for their relationship brought a smile to her face as she inched her body across the bed. But, she had a full day ahead of her and her responsibilities were pulling her out of this warm cocoon. COVID had caused a lot of problems for the Peabody Foundation. The Peabody Foundation was an international business and the problems brought on by the pandemic varied depending on the country. Helena Peabody, who was in charge of the business end of the company, had reached out to Bette early on to assist with the never ending problems. Together, they were trying to keep things afloat while this Pandemic crisis ran its course; a true test on the new leadership of this well established company. She was finding it more and more a nuisance to have to run to the office to pick up somethings she did not have at home. For the most part, she and Tina had managed to share the single office. As time went on, it became clear that the Pandemic was not going away anytime soon. The reality of having to continue to share an office was not realistic. Today she was not only gathering the necessary equipment to establish another work station, but bring the research for the lost painting that she and James had gathered to her home.
Bette made her way to the shower, stripping her clothes off along the way. She reached in turned the knob and watched the water fall testing it with her hand before stepping in letting her full body be engulfed by the wetness. The warm water washed away the fogginess that was left from a bad night’s sleep. She grabbed for the soap as the conversations that have taken place as of recent passed through her mind. It had surprised her how Tina managed the story of Laura. Tina’s conversation with Alice stirred up a lot of emotions about the past but it still seemed a good time to just let out all that transpired all those years ago at Yale. Tina seemed to take it in stride, saying at one point, ”We all have our past.” Bette raised her head towards the water, stretching her neck trying to release the tension that had built as her thoughts went deeper through the conversations. The issue around Tina’s uncanny resemblance to Laura and the similarities in specific aspects between Bette’s relationships was awkward. There was no argument to Tina’s comment that Bette had a type the first time she saw the picture of Laura. Bette surprised herself with a laugh that slipped out when Tina made the comment. Bette never really thought she had a type. When she processed the notion of her attraction to Tina, it was more how she felt physically and emotionally. This was the biggest relationship of Bette’s life and her love for Tina was unconditional. Even with their arduous history, Tina could stir in Bette feelings that she had never experienced before nor with anyone else, thus driving home the idea of a soul mate. That was the depth of the feelings that lead her to commission the statue from Leigh Ostin. Tina was ideally matched for her and she knew there would never be another.