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It’s been a week since my last letter and since I didn’t receive it back in the mail with an embarrassing ‘Return to Sender’ red stamp, I will make the courageous leap of faith that you possibly read the first letter. Or put it in a drawer somewhere. Or you are using the back of the envelope to make a grocery list or as a coaster for your coffee. Either way, it is in your possession. I will keep sending you one letter a week but please know you are under no obligation to respond. I told Alice that I had your address and she begged me for it, but I refused. I kind of like having this… you… all to myself, something that just we share. Something between us that she can’t get in the middle of. Sounds silly but I am grasping at straws. I miss you. I am so sorry. For everything. Writing you helps when the days are hard and the house feels so empty. It’s like my own form of therapy. There’s a gardening shop on Franklin Blvd that you might like, it sells those purple hydrangeas you love and they are on sale this week, two for the price of one.
Saturday morning they slept in. Tina woke first and lay there listening to the even breathing of Bette next to her, the bed warm and Bette’s bended knee casually laying on her leg, the only part of them that was touching even though they lay close to each other. She carefully wiggled free and went to the bathroom in the guest room so she wouldn’t wake Bette before going into the kitchen to make their coffee. She had plans for them today, and they needed to get moving to be on time but she knew sleep has been elusive for Bette the past year and wanted her to have as much of it as possible.
When she came in the bedroom, Bette was stretching, her limbs long like a cat in the sun. A puma or a panther or a leopard. Tina grinned at her, a happy, excited grin, her eyes dancing. It was going to be a fun day and she liked seeing Morning Bette, her hair a delightful mess, all cuddly and warm. Had they been in a different space, seeing her like this would have sparked a slow lovemaking session that would have taken them well into afternoon. One day, she hoped. Soon. Until then, she was content to woo and admire the view.