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Please know I do not expect or want a response to this letter. I know you said no contact, and I respect that. BUT…. but I received your postcard with your address today and we both know I have never been good at following the rules. Not where you are concerned anyway. I want you to know that I am glad you are somewhere safe. Your address puts you very close to where your parents and Lucy live and from map quest there is a nice running trail near there that circles the duckpond. It’s about seven miles if you do the outer loop. I sound like I am stalking you but it brings me comfort to know you are with people who love you and you can heal. I want that for you, Tina. To heal. I want that for us.
The music in the kitchen was a low, swanky jazz and Tina had three cutting boards going, peppers and onions and garlic and split peas all chopped and diced and minced. There were cups of spices and a pot ready to boil. There was a small bowl of peeled and cooked shrimp, ready to add at the last minute.
She was making one of Bette’s favorite meals, pad Thai. It was also one of the most complicated. The timing for cooking had to be perfect or it would be a soggy mess and each vegetable required a different cooking speed. Tina was barefoot and wore a light blue casual dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline, no bra. She put her hair up and out of the way, although a couple strands stuck to her neck with the heat of the stove.
It had been two weeks since Thanksgiving and after days of heartfelt talking, lots of tears and bearing of their souls… they moved on to what Tina affectionally called ‘The Wooing Stage.” She made no secret of her intentions, public and private demonstrations of her desire to reconcile with Bette a frequent occurrence. They decided she would stay in the house, in the guest room, although that became only where she kept her suitcases.
After the night of Thanksgiving, neither wanted to spend a night in separate beds, although they were not physical yet. They slept side by side, sometimes spooning, often their bodies would find each other in the night, but for the most part each respected the other’s space.