Bette shrugged, “I think it will upset you.”

            “What will upset me is that you stop remembering your past, or being yourself, I like you one way or the other, Bette,” smiled Jo standing on her toes to kiss Bette. 

            Pulling her closer, Bette kissed her hard, “You dragged me out to the middle of the frozen tundra I must love you.”

            “Bet your ass you do,” giggled Jo as they got into the SUV. 

            “So where are we off to now?” asked Bette snapping her seatbelt into place.  Still in wonder at the whiteness of the snow, and the cheerful people that they’d encountered in the airport, everyone was friendly, and half of them spoke fluent French.

            “My great grand mother’s place first, I have to get the keys to the cabin, Mr. Monroe said he checked everything out and that the solar panels are still working well…”

            “Solar panels?” asked Bette oddly.  Taking her cell phone out and seeing that she had hardly any signal.  The bars kept fading in and out and she felt like she was literally heading out into the middle of nowhere.

            “Uh huh,” said Jo remembering how to drive in the snow.  “I didn’t want to be wired to the grid, so I went solar and wind.”

            “Wired into the grid, you really did lead an interesting life,” chuckled Bette.  “So, how long until we get there?”

            “An hour,” said Jo with a grin.  Bette turned on the radio, finding exactly one station, giving Jo a hot glare.  “I did tell you the middle of nowhere, right?”

            “Even in the middle of nowhere you get radio!”

            At that, Jo began to laugh, reaching out and touching Bette’s cheek, “Fine, I’m taking you to the middle of the middle of nowhere.”

            “Great, excellent, fabulous,” muttered Bette kissing the tips of Jo’s fingers as they drove off into the blinding white snow storm, listening to the one radio station that was playing Solsbury Hill.

CC

            Quin was strumming her guitar, playing one of her favorites to play in acoustic guitar, Solsbury Hill.  The down time was mind boggling.  The time between takes was going to drive her insane, but she had to remember to bring a pad of paper the next day to be able to jot down snippets of songs.  She still had to do the soundtrack for the movie.  Picking at the strings of her favorite guitar, finding the notes she wanted, the song was brimming at the edge of her mind.