Blinking her eyes, wanting to take out the colored contact for some reason, wanting to throw away the façade of Leigh and just be Quin for a moment, but she couldn’t.

            “Are you out?” asked Becca inching closer to Quin.

            “Yeah, well, sort of, not like I took an ad out in the Times or anything.  My sister is gay, my mother is… yeah, let’s not talk about my mother and her revolving door of sexual preferences.”

            Becca laughed deeply, tossing her head back, arching her neck, “Ah ha, that’s wonderful.  Take that, put that into your performance…,” said Becca as they faded into a conversation.

            Joss was across the street, filming the whole conversation to use in a montage that she was planning, to shorten the movie if she had to.  Her jaw flexed, feeling the hot pang of jealousy again, because they weren’t playing a part at the moment, that was Quin and Becca talking, flirting.  Not Emily and Leigh at the cusp of a sexual relationship.  Jaw bulging, Joss continued to shoot, watching as they laughed at something one of them had said.

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            “Your grandmother is a hoot,” laughed Bette as they got back into the car, Jo now armed with her keys and more food.

            “Great grandmother,” corrected Jo again, but Bette seemed to refuse to think that the woman was that old.

            “I don’t get that, she’d not more than 70,” countered Bette, thinking that the woman was to spry to be older than that, yet, she was doing the math in her head, and was beginning to believe Jo.

            “More like over 100,” said Jo softly.  “We have good genes,” smiled the tomboy.  Touching Bette’s knee, giving it a gently squeeze.

            “You certainly do,” smiled Bette brightly.  Leaning back into her seat, Bette felt very comfortable in Jo Wheaton’s world.

            The whole encounter had been rather surreal, since Jo’s great grandmother, Marie, had spoken French the whole time.  Yet, when Bette heard her voice, it was speaking in English.  Only after a few minutes did she realize that Jo was translating directly into her own mind.  Jo’s convenient mind trick made Bette feel wonderfully fuzzy.  The lively old woman had known exactly what Bette was saying in English, so Bette had assumed that Jo was doing it both ways.