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A week later, Bette is in the back of her limousine sorting through various folders with two aides sitting opposite her, and answers her cell.
(Bette) Hey. Sorry it’s not the best time, but it’s great to hear from you.
(Tina) Do you want to call me back?
(Bette) I can talk for a moment.
(Tina) I’m in DC this week, I assume you are too
(Bette) I am but you would not believe how fucking busy I am
(Tina smiles) I understand, I just thought I’d check in
(Bette) I would love to see you, I would, but my aides have scheduled every moment I have here. They seem to have not even factored in a need for sleep. Can I see you once we’re home? Take you out for dinner this weekend?
(Tina) Yeah actually, that sounds great
(Bette smiles) Great. Look I better run but I’ll text you details
(Tina) Ok. Good luck this week.
New York, Saturday evening, Tina enters a restaurant and her eyes land on Bette sitting at a tucked away table. She settles in the seat opposite her and they both launch into a lively conversation about the events in the capital that week, and the political implications of the legislative successes and failings. They both are reminded of their spirited debates from years past, and how much they have both missed the other’s perspective. They finish their meals and settle into conversation over a bottle of wine.
(Tina) So how are you finding being back in New York?
(Bette nods and smiles) I love it.
Bette’s face lights up as she talks and Tina smiles watching her.
(Bette) I feel at home here, it’s my city I guess. LA just never really fit. (Pauses for a sip of her drink) Did you ever think of living anywhere else?
(Tina) Well I did for a while. I did some correspondent work for a couple of years. A year in London and again in Berlin
(Bette) I didn’t know that. It must have been amazing.
(Tina smiles) It was. Sort of living another life for a while. But I was happy to return too. I think I’m at my happiest in New York.