“No!  Never, just… as someone that has gone through something like that, you might want to keep her close, at least for the time being.  And trust me, I’m not going to get jealous, or crazy, as long as you two sleep in separate beds,” quipped Jo with a wagging finger.

            “You are absolutely remarkable, you realize that?” asked Bette as she lay back on the bed, feeling the tiredness in her bones from the very long day seeping from her.

            “Naw, just a girl who knows, I’ll call you tomorrow, keep your cell on,” winked Jo.

            “I’ll be waiting,” stated Bette.

            “Love ya,” said Jo as she disappeared out the door, leaving Bette with a broad smile on her face, not having to say the words, just thinking them loud enough for Jo to hear her.

            Snapping awake, rolling over in her empty bed, Bette saw that it was only 3 am and she groaned, sighing and sitting up.  Getting up off the bed and going to check on Angelica, who was sleeping soundly.  Missing Jo as she walked back towards her bedroom, seeing a soft light in the kitchen, paddling over to the table and finding Jo’s laptop sitting there. 

            Bette smiled, tugging the electrical cord free and picking up the laptop, and old Dell with a Spiderman stick on the cover, and walked back to her bedroom.  Tossing a few pillows against the headboard, and replugging the computer and settling in to see just what Jo had been writing earlier that day.

            Jo had never said that Bette couldn’t read what she wrote, but Bette felt like she was sneaking behind Jo’s back.  “Oh, she won’t mind,” said Bette softly to herself.

            Opening the top, seeing the Wordperfect document, scrolling up the sixteen pages that were written and she began to read.  A tale about something or another, it wasn’t clear, but the town’s name was Gideon Circle an there was a doctor and a reporter.  That was as far as it went, Bette grumbled softly to herself. 

            Clicking it closed, leaving a quick note at the bottom of the last page, telling Jo she’d read it, and loved it.  Seeing that Jo’s email client was open, Bette moved to click it off.