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One week before Thanksgiving. Shane came over last night and we drank two bottles of merlot before she left to see Carmen at the club. I don’t know how she does it, I could barely move this morning. I feel like I am 80 years old. Hangovers are not for the weak. The birds are all chirpy, the sun is too loud and even the squirrels are moving too fast. Alice had a million questions at The Planet when I went to get a jolt of coffee to wake up. One day a doctor will dissect her brain and cure Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. She never stops moving. Or talking. Or creating. Or asking questions about my love life. There is no love life. She had her hand on Dana’s thigh under the table. She thinks I don’t notice but I do. My yoga instructor told me I should practice mindfulness. She doesn’t understand that my mind is full. Of you. There will be a place for you at the table for Thanksgiving. Come home.
“Wake up… wake up… wakeupwakeupwakeuppppp… Sleeping Beauty…” Tina gently moved the mass of curls away from Bette’s face and neck, planting kisses everywhere she could reach as Bette started to stir, turning into Tina as she woke up.
“Go away. What time is it? Jesus, Tee…”
“It’s six. And you promised. I started the shower for you, on the rainforest setting, your favorite. Here’s your coffee…”
Bette stretched, her eyes still closed then reached for Tina’s pillow, holding it to her, burying her face in the indentation where Tina’s head had been, groaning loudly.
Tina rubbed her back, “Babe. Come on. I will make you a deal. Get up and I will make peach pie. And we will just tell Shane so the two of you can eat it after everyone else leaves…”
Bette’s head lifted. One chocolate eye opened, the other covered by hair. “Really?”
Tina chuckled, God Bette could be so adorable. “Yes, really. With ice cream. But I need your help. Everyone starts arriving at 2, which you know for Alice that means noon….”
“Shower with me”
“Noooo, that will delay cooking for at least two hours.”
“But you look so sexy… and morning sex is my favorite.”