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    Bette’s Loss and Gain (Part Six)

     

    “Bette, what if there turns out to be only friendship between us?  It’s possible.  I was in a long-term relationship and I’m not sure I’m ready to give my heart away again.  This last time I hurt badly.  If you have deeper feelings for me and I don’t feel the same, I don’t want you ticked off because I forced you to change your life.”

     

    “You haven’t dictated my actions.  That’s all on me.  This is for me.  If the most I do is sit here and have a cup of coffee with you, nothing changes.”  Bette’s face registered disappointment at that thought, but she continued, “I just knew that if I had these other feelings, I couldn’t masquerade as a happy couple with him.  And I do have these other feelings.”

     

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    *God,* Bette thought.  *Why couldn’t I have been that honest with Tina?*  “Back then, I had such high ideals and standards for myself.  I didn’t cheat on him, but look what I did to the love of my life, Alice.  How did I lose who I was?  If I had just done the right thing a few months ago with Tina.  Damn, damn, damn.”

     

    Alice had heard this numerous times from Bette, yet her friend continued to date these women.  Alice wasn’t sure if Bette wanted to change and she wasn’t going to re-hash this with her.

     

    “Bette, I swear to God.”  Alice was exasperated.    “Did you and Gail hook up or not?”  Alice and Bette had moved the coffee table off to the side and were now stretched out on the floor.  Alice was on her stomach; one hand lay on top of the other and were under her head.  She was looking up with blurred eyes. 

     

    Bette still leaned against the sofa.  She held a veggie fry between her lips like a cigarette which she spoke through.  “Not that night.  She made dinner—pesto and salad.  We talked all night—her coming out stories to her friends and family, a little about her ex.  We listened to music.”  Bette’s mind slid back to that night.   She chucked and said to Alice, “Have you ever heard that song by Sheena Easton called “Sugar Walls?”

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