“You are scaring me,” admitted Bette as they entered the room, the soft glow of the lamp making an appealing halo around Bette.

            “I certainly don’t mean too,” said Jo as Bette sat on the edge of the bed.  “I just have to tell you a few things….  That I need to get off my chest.”

            “Ok….,” said Bette with so much trepidation in her voice that Jo’s blue eyes snapped to hers.  Bette felt slightly better, Jo’s eye contact was always soothing.

            “You remember how we met?  At the hospital, Henry had… well…,” taking a deep breath, Jo grabbed the chair that was by the door and sat in it, close enough to Bette to touch, but she didn’t.  “When I left the hospital, I did something….  Stupid.”

            “You were the one that beat up Henry,” said Bette evenly in a knowing voice.  A quick smile appeared on Bette’s lips, making Jo lick her lips.

            Jo swallowed, easing back in the chair, “You…You knew?”

            “I knew,” said Bette with a shrug.  “It was one of the things… that attracted me to you.  You have this quality of justice that is bred so deeply into you, that you don’t see the world as black and white, but as good and bad.  He did a bad thing, and you, as a good person, did a bad thing to right that wrong.  I know that two wrongs don’t make a right, but they certain help to balance the equation on both sides of the answer.  I knew you’d done it, and….”

            “Christ, you could have told me you knew,” grumbled Jo taking a long breath of relief.  “I didn’t put him in the hospital though, that was his friendly neighborhood bookie.  I did something else too, and you might not be too happy with me about it,” admitted Jo knowing it was time to come completely clean, if Bette hated her for a while, that was ok, but as long as she forgave her at one point.

            Bette reached out to her, touching Jo’s always cool hand, “Whatever it is, I don’t care.”

            “When I met you, I had Julie investigate you,” announced Jo wanting to rise from her chair and pace, but she held still, the only movement her leg that thumped up and down on the hardwood floor.