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    Dante’s View

    Tina saw Bette’s eyes dance as she spoke. She’d heard about Dante’s View but never took the time to hike to it. Tina was happy she was experiencing it for the first time with Bette. She squeezed Bette’s hand. Bette became aware they were holding hands. She looked down as Tina caressed the back of her hand with her thumb. The contrast of their skin tones was so beautiful. Bette watched Tina’s manicured thumb slowly move back and forth over her mocha skin. She began drawing tiny circles sending chills up Bette’s spine. Tina squeezed again. Bette squeezed back and looked into Tina’s eyes. For a moment, everyone else faded away and it was just the two of them mesmerized by the other’s soul. A bird cawed in the distance breaking the trance. They both smiled.

    “Oh my goodness, Baby. This view is so beautiful.”

    “It really is. It’s one of my favorite places.”

    Tina noticed two memorial plaques overlooking a lovely stand of palm trees and wildflowers. According to the markers, Joe Goldman “Liked This Park” and he “Always Promised [his wife Golda “Sally”] A View”.

    Bette knew the plaques would make Tina emotional. And as if on cue, tears rolled down Tina’s cheeks. Bette remembered a few weeks later Tina asked if it was okay for her to plant a garden in the big empty space by the pool.

    ***

    Bette was sitting on the bench and had been lost in thought for about 30 minutes. Soaking in the view with a sad expression. That’s how Shane found her.

    “You okay?”

    “I don’t know anymore, Shane.”

    Bette exhaled.

    “I told her I didn’t want to communicate with her while she was in Vancouver,” she confessed.

    “I’m sure you had your reasons.”

    “Fear,” Bette said plainly.

    Bette exhaled.

    “I’m a coward.”

    “You’re not a coward. You’re just being cautious. Maybe a little too cautious.”

    “You told me I needed to figure out which was bigger, the love or the hurt.”

    “I did tell you that. Annnnd…have you figured it out?” Shane asked in her Shane way.

    “I love her so much, Shane. I ache for her but…I’m scared. And I’ve allowed the fear to fan the flames of hurt. My love for her is bigger than the hurt. But…but the fear. The fear has paralyzed me.”

    “The fear of what? Her hurting you again.”

    “The fear of her leaving me again. I would not survive that.”

    Bette looked at Shane. There wasn’t much else to say after that confession. She exhaled and they made their way back down the path.

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