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    Comfort Enough

     

    “Hey,” Tina smiled, looking from Bette to Shane. “What did I miss?”

     

    “Shane just proposed a toast in your honor,” Bette said, winking at Shane.

     

    “That’s sweet,” Tina said, walking into the room and hugging Shane. “Are you staying for dinner?”

     

    “No,” Shane said hurriedly.

     

    “Of course,” Bette said at almost the exact same time.

     

    “Well, that settles it,” Tina said, lifting the lid and taking a peek inside the saucepan Bette had simmering on the stove.

     

    Shane sat at the kitchen table, sipping her beer and watching Bette and Tina. It was a bird’s-eye view she had enjoyed hundreds of times over the years, the two of them navigating seamlessly around each other while they prepared food for holiday meals, dinner parties, impromptu celebrations. This house had been the hub of their social circle, and these women were their unofficial guardians. Tina drying the tears and leading the cheers, Bette dispensing sage advice and setting high standards. Shane had felt more than a little isolated without the benefit of this nexus, and she knew that Alice and Dana had experienced a similar sense of loss.

     

    “Did you put salt in here?” Tina asked, stirring the boiling pot of pasta.

     

    “Yes,” Bette said, continuing to tear up a head of lettuce.

     

    “Are you lying to me?” Tina pressed.

     

    Bette put her hands on her hips and turned to Tina. “You don’t need any more salt. You’re a salt freak and it’s going to make your ankles swell.”

     

    Tina rolled her eyes and looked at Shane. “She’s become a total food *****. It’s like I’m living in the Bland Zone.”

     

    “Shane, come on. Be on my side with this one. She’s five months pregnant. Does she need to be eating any more salt?” Bette frowned.

     

    Shane laughed at them, shaking her head. This was what she remembered. This was what she’d been missing.

     

    “Guys, I don’t think I should really be getting in the middle of this. So even though Bette is right, I’m going to stay out of it.”

     

    “Hmph,” Tina said, turning back to the pasta and giving it another stir.

     

    “Hah!” Bette said, flashing a grin of gratitude. “How about another beer Shane?”

     

    “Yeah. Sure.”

     

    Bette brushed past Tina on her way to the refrigerator, and Shane watched as Bette’s hand lingered on Tina’s back for a moment before slipping away. It was such a simple gesture but it spoke volumes about the connection between the two of them. A connection that Shane could see had never really been severed, despite the pain and the sadness and the anger. She wondered if Tina even realized it yet, or if her fear was still blinding her.

     

    “Ready?” Bette asked, picking up her salad.

     

    “Just about. Taste this sauce, will you? See if it needs anything that you’ll allow me to add,” Tina said.

     

    Shane stepped over to relieve Bette of the serving bowl. “Okay. I’m going to go ahead and bring this to the table.”

     

    “I don’t blame you,” Bette said.

     

    As she sat in the dining room, Shane could hear the two of them going back and forth, their voices rising and falling playfully, and then, finally, the sound of Tina’s laughter. Rich, throaty, and so novel to Shane’s ears that it almost startled her. Maybe everything wasn’t perfect. Maybe nothing ever was. But from what Shane could see, Tina was happy. Or at least happier. And Shane knew that Bette was a big part of that.

     

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    Comments

    1. I know that I shouldn’t get my hopes up…but this just left me with such a big goofy grin. It was so nice to see them teetering on the edge of normalcy.

    2. Wow – if you didn’t know their history you’d think this was just normal. Wonder how long it will take T to realise – and how much she’ll resist it?! :-)

    3. wonder how long will Tina take to step out from the pain and realise what’s in front of her.. but at least from the previous chapter she did the right thing for leaving Helena. short,simple and sweet reunion..i like it. waiting for the next chapter!

    4. Hey FFC I’m just really excited to read of this really enjoyed it Whoa! It’s about time that Bette and Tina haave some happy moment if that what Shane see it! I’m really glad LOL! Thanks FFC I’m still catch up and comment for your Wonderful Story Please continue Thanks.

    5. oh god the everyday stuff. its the spice of life. and ffc you capture it so well. i cant get enough of this story. you are such a posting nazi, ahahaha. mwah. thianks for this.

    6. of course she is..im glad they are rebuilding their relationship..baby steps nad its good to see shane trying too..great chapter FFC im love your story..post soon thanks :o)

    7. NIce, very nice. Just Bette and Tina being Bette and Tina even if for awhile it only comes in momentary spurts. Good for Shane that she at least got to witness some of what always made the rest of them feel safe and secure. I think Tina ending it with Helena while she figures this all out was one of the smartest things she finally could have done.

    8. I feel where Shane is coming from. B & T have always been the glue that kept everyone together; without them, they all started falling apart. I think seeing them together is just what Shane needed.

      Great Update…post again

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