Bette’s Gallery
Bette (frustrated): Dam (she had tried everything from deep breathing, to taking a few swings at the punching bag left in the basement to running up and down the stairs; it had only keyed her up more.)

Tina (walking in and setting her jacket keys and purse down): Hi! What’s wrong? (Seeing how tense and worked up Bette was she approached slowly rubbing her back.) Talk to me you haven’t been this tense since Angie had to go to the hospital.

Bette (waving her hands trying to calm down): Fucking shit. Goddamn bitch had the audacity to show up here and now oh Gods I’m pathetic…

Tina (trying to put everything together; this was one of the many things she loved about Bette, at times she could be so affluent and well spoken and other times she had the dirtiest, raunchiest, sexiest mouth she had ever heard): Um sweetheart, try at the beginning and whoa hey…

Bette pulled Tina to the couch and paced the floor explaining the whole morning and leaving nothing out. And explaining to her how she felt about certain things and what sometimes she needed. Tina sat and listened not so much in shock but in awe at how much Bette had grown.  

The Hit Club
Helena (looking up as the delivery door buzzed): Hi (opening it she found a box wrapped in red paper addressed to her.) Picking it up she found no return information but to the store itself) what the hell (opening it she pulled out a beautifully redone English Bear from the forties.) Who (setting it down she pulled out a piece of paper) it read “I was the biggest loser. I should have fought for you. I know you will never forgive me but I’m asking anyways. I said I never wanted to see you again but I didn’t say I never loved you. I do love you, and I never stopped for one minute of one day. Dylan” Setting the note down she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She reflected at times on their relationship, fire, passion, lust, hunger a fierce hunger that could not be identified or sated. She tilted her head back and took a sip of beer. As was her nervous habit she bit on the knuckle of her thumb and mulled over Dylan’s gift and letter.