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    Chapter 5 – Home to Santa Monica

    Tina was tearing up a little. She leaned over and kissed Bette. She knew that Bette was right. Even though they may not have been the cookie baking moms, they were always present for the children and for each other. It was the thing that had been missing in Tina’s early life. It was the thing that had been missing in Bette’s childhood as well. But it was not the way Bette and Tina had handled their lives.

    Tina: Thank you for reminding me of who we are. Yes. The important thing is that we are always present for each other and for our children. And that we are involved in guiding them with a steady hand.

    Bette:  But not too tight on the reins. A little rebellious behavior is alright and even expected but open revolt is not good.

    Tina: Ready for your nap my lady? For I certainly am.

    The both headed into the bedroom. They disposed of their trash, brushed their teeth and then turn down the bedspread where they found sheet of a light gray satin. They perfectly complemented the mauve-gray walls. Bette and Tina undressed and slid into the bed and found the sheet felt cool but soon warmed. Tina kissed Bette and smiled as Bette settled into the bed. Tina turned to the night stand and found a remote control which allowed her to shut all the blackout drapes, including those which would cover the French doors leading to the deck. The room was completely dark with only a sliver of light coming from the crack below the entry door. Bette and Tina soon were sound asleep and completely oblivious as to anything going on in the world.

    Tina woke up and was totally confused as to where she was. She looked at the clock and it was almost 4:00 o’clock. She had no idea whether that meant day time or night time. She felt around and turned on the bedside table lamp and looked and recognized her bedmate to her relief. She then recognized that she was in her bedroom in Santa Monica. So, she retrieved the remote control and opened the drapes and then realized that it was afternoon.

    Tina:  Bette?  Bette, sweetie? It’s almost 4. Do you want to sleep on, or do you want to help me with dinner?

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