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    Chapter 68 – I Miss You Too

    “How old are you, James?”

    “Uh, I’m 26.”

    Bette pursed her lips and nodded her head slowly, as if she was contemplating his last revelation. Her stare was making James nervous as he raised his eyebrows and gave her a tentative half smile.

    “Is that…a problem?” he asked, unsure of himself.

    “That you’re 26? No, not at all. I was just curious.” Bette answered. “So you started your own talent agency a year and a half ago, but tell me what you did before that?”

    “Well, I did a stint as an assistant to an agent up in L.A. after graduating from USC…”

    “Oh, what was your major?”

    “Communications.”

    Bette chuckled, thinking about Tina for the first time since she arrived at the restaurant.

    “What was that?” James asked.

    “What?”

    “That little ‘humph?’” He imitated.

    “You just…reminded me of something.” Bette said, shaking her head slightly as images of her distraughtly singing girlfriend invaded her mind’s eye.

    “Kay. So during college, I had a job working in the mail room of this really big music agency. Man, I saw more naked people in photos than I care to admit.”

    Bette’s eyebrows knitted in confusion as she smirked at James’ declaration.

    “Groupies. They’re crazy. The company represented some big time rock acts. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t see a few racks and sacks of both men and women. Some were nice to look at, but the vast majority of these folks were images that will haunt me forever. And their requests were equally disturbing.”

    Bette held up her hand signaling the end of James’ forthright descriptions. “It’s okay, I can do without knowing the requests.” She said with a giggle. “When you graduated, did you assist one of the agents with the same agency?”

    “No, I was unfortunate enough to land a gig working for this horrible agent who was just a piece of work.” The waitress came back with refreshed beers on tap for the lunching duo. James didn’t hesitate to take the first gulp as soon as she set it down in front of him.

    Bette couldn’t help but laugh. James was the typical fratboy attempting to play grown-up.

    “Anyway, I normally don’t use the term to disparage women, but this woman was the biggest bitch I have ever met. Conniving, ruthless. I dreaded going to work for her every day. But she had the biggest recording acts at the time, so I stuck around as long as I could.”

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    Comments

    1. Agree – again ! – with Bibi : Jodie totally matches this portrait of a bitch indeed !

      Now here, looking through my window, I enjoy the view of my quay’s trees, along the Arve – one of my city’s rivers – and as so often happens, my heart’s delighted that I’m lucky enough to live near such a lovely haven of greenery…
      You’re so right, alas, about climate, and I truly congratulate California and other cities and states to act against this bad-joke-of-president lack of consideration for Nature.

      Finally, you make me smile with delight reading our well named “Bette Sexy Porter” and “Tina Hot Kennard”‘s messages exchange ! Way to go, my dear lovebirds – now I’m waiting for your reconciliation :-)

      • The Arve? Are you in Australia, mate? 😁

        Yes, our President is a moron But then again, so are a lot of folks in my country. It pains me that this administration is so careless with our environment. And some people just don’t care. Priorities are different for everyone though, I suppose.

        I thought it would be cute to show how they keep their crush’s contact info in their phones since no one but them would see it.

    2. I take the Aspirin *before* I go to bed after too much drinking. Waking up the next morning is so much easier then ;-)

      You captured Bette’s reflective, introverted side very well. Looks like the distance to Tina was exactly what she needed. Well, there’s truth in the saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder, isn’t it?

      “held out as long as I could….” – so cute.

      Thank you for posting! I save the next chapters for the next days.
      ’til then, cheers

      • Yes, aspirin before bed is usually my plan of attack, as well. But in those instances where I forget, it’s a big swig of pickle juice in the morning 😜

        I do believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Smothering relationships, those where you are together all the time, so wrapped up in each other that you can forget yourself which is detrimental to relationship. Co-dependency makes for an extremely tumultuous situation. I firmly believe that two people should have their own interests, separate friends, and a life outside of their significant other. I’m not saying they should lead separate lives, but rather, they should live WITH one another as opposed to FOR one another. Does that make sense? Am I rambling? It’s probably because I decided to respond to comments after drinking a little booze tonight with some coworkers.

        Sorry. But I’m glad you’re stretching out the chapters over the week. That will get you used to the reduced postings in the weeks to come.

        Cheers!

        • No, you’re not rambling at all. I’m with you 100 %. I think it is important that both partners pursue their own interests without the other to grow as individuals. With those experiences they bring new impulse into the relationship – to nurse the relationship.

          Now I hope that I’m making sense. Difficult subject to write about in English … and that without booze… I might edit my comment later tonight after I enjoyed a glas of Cabernet Sauvignon ;-)
          Thanks for the tip with the pickle juice! Didn’t know that.

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