Bette tried to call Tina, everyday she had attempted. Now the phone call’s have diminshed to never. Tina had changed her number upon arriving to New York. Tina’s family was non-compliant to Bette’s request at help.

Bette had lost weight and no longer was the glamourous woman she had once been. Yet she didnt care.

Why should she, that was her attitude for the past 6 months. This attitude probably would have continued if Bette’s luck had changed. Tina had contacted Alice, that morning. She gave Alice her address and more importantly her phone number. Alice not ever being able to keep a secret, had hung up the phone, and quickly called Bette. Bette had ignored the phone call. She often ignored everyones phone call.

She had let the phone ring, and soon it beeped. She had voicemail. She called her voicemail to check the message.

“Bette, it’s me, Alice, You know that blonde hottie you were once lucky to date…well call me, I have good news. Actually really good news.”

Bette called Alice back a few hours later.

Alice: Hello Bette

Bette: Hey Alice, How’s it going

Alice: You sound like *****

Bette: Yes I know

Alice: Well that’s about to change

Bette: Alice I don’t think so

Alice: Humor me

Bette: Don’t I always?

Alice: Well I got a phone call today

There was a silence

Bette: Ok, Continue

Alice: Don’t you want to guess who it is

Bette: Hmm well this should be quick, I didnt call you, Shane was working all day, um let me guess that leaves Dana

Alice: I have more than three friends

Bette: Right and I’m the only one you choose to torture?

Alice: Tina

Bette’s hand shook as she heard that name. Yes she thought about it everyday, yet no one has mentioed or said that name to her in about 6 months. Bette had wanted it that way.

Alice: Are you there

Bette was silent, she managed to let out a whisper

Bette: T…

Alice: yeah, Tina

Alice allowed for the news to wash over Bette. It was a shock to Alice to hear from her so she could imagine, sort of what Bette was feeling right now.

Bette: How? When?

Bette had to sit down, her knees were wobbly,

Alice: She called me today, I’m coming over.

Bette remembered every word of that conversation. She played it in her mind over and over while waiting for Alice. Alice had come over and had found Bette outside on the patio, with a bottle of wine that was nearly finished. Alice and her talked, then Alice realized Bette was passing out and had walked her to her bed, tucked her in then had written the number for Bette and had placed it on the bedside dresser.

Bette now looked over to the side. She saw the tiny piece of paper in plain sight. She picked it up,

TINA

Just seeing her name, made Bette smile. She rubbed her fingers over the paper.

“Now or Never” she muttered under her breath

She picked up the phone to dial it, she needed to talk to her, she needed to her her voice, she needed her life back.

She began to punch the number but couldn’t finish it. She hUng her head in defeat, and put the phone down. She kissed the piece of paper and laid it back down on the table. Bette couldn’t be rejected. She couldn’t take that risk.

A small tear rolled down her face, she picked up the phone again. She was weak, she needed something to dull the pain.

She got all the digits out, the phone rang. After four long drawn out rings someone picked up

Bette: Hello Candace, I need you, come over….

TBC?