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Bette’s Silver Lake Home Outside of LA
“Tina!!!” Bette breathed in sharply, shock registering on her lean, drawn face at seeing her ex-wife on the other side of her front door. Tears immediately sprang to her tired eyes, emotions swirling inside her seeing Tina standing there. Bette was speechless.
“Angie called me. I got on the first flight out.” Tina answered hesitantly; taking a deep breath as she finally came face to face with Bette. Tina was concerned for how Bette was handling the latest campaign crisis. Not knowing what to expect when she arrived at that door. She saw the look of despair/confusion on Bette’s long, troubled face. Dark shadows evident under Bette’s redden eyes. Tina felt that old surge of emotions for Bette swirling in her gut. “I had to fight my way through the press horde on the street to get inside the gate. I had to explain to your security detail who I am. Luckily my driver’s license is still in my married name. Are you alright?”
“No, not really, but please come in” Bette said, finally able to find her voice and stepped aside to allow Tina to enter the hallway with her luggage.
Once inside, Tina took in Bette’s appearance.
As always, her ex-wife was impeccably dressed. Today Bette was dressed in casual linen navy blue slacks and a tailored light blue striped button down shirt. Her strong lean forearms showing as her sleeves were rolled to the elbow. Her dark brown hair was loosely coiffed around her shoulders; she had recently dyed it as no gray hairs were present. Tina knew all too well how determined Bette still was about not showing her age and attempting to hold back the hands of time. Menopause had not been kind to Bette. But great genes from her parents and a lifelong commitment to routine exercise and healthy eating had left Bette in excellent health. But Tina noticed the down turn of her lips and the hollowness in her cheeks. She surmised that Bette had been crying not too long ago. Tina could tell by the slight twitch in Bette’s brow that she was desperately trying to keep her composure.
Tina dropped her carry on and handbag beside her roller luggage. Instinctively, Tina reached out and pulled Bette into her arms, her heart aching to protect Bette. God, she felt so good. She whispered in Bette’s ear as she held her close, “Have you gotten any sleep?”