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Manhattan, New York
Thursday, July 27, 2006
An intricate pattern of steel girders fashioned into one giant ‘X’ after another whizzed in and out of view from the back seat of the Peabody Town Car as it ferried a very tired Bette Porter across the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan. The inner lanes on the lower deck of the 103-year old bridge leading into the city were encased on top by a second deck for subway trains and outbound cars and on both sides by thick, evenly spaced girders, giving it a cocoon feeling. Bette thought it actually felt more like riding through a tunnel rather than on a bridge, and wondered if Tina would feel the same. Only 39 hours earlier, she discovered that Tina had a lifelong fear of bridges and required a sample of her hotel’s signature cocktail, ‘Delayed Connection’, to calm her nerves. Bette quietly laughed at the name of the drink, remembering how she and Tina recently lived through a delayed connection of their own. They felt an instant connection when their paths first crossed one evening on a path along the Napa River, but it took them more than a year to find each other and finally connect as friends, lovers, and at least for Bette, true love.
‘Why didn’t I say I love you?’ Bette silently chided herself. She then reasoned, ‘It’s too early…right?’
“Miss Porter….Miss Porter? The driver asked, interrupting Bette’s internal debate.
Bette finally shook herself from her thoughts and answered, “I’m sorry, Richard. What was that?”
“Do you need to stop at home first, Miss Porter?” Richard repeated.
“No, I have everything I need. I just want to get to Peggy’s so I can hug my little girl.”
Bette managed to wrap up her business in San Francisco not long after the reception and tours of the newly remodeled Tellus Resort. She caught a late night flight to JFK airport and was now anxious to get back to see her beautiful baby girl, Angelica. Three nights marked the longest she had been away from her daughter since giving birth on New Year’s Day.
“I apologize for the delay ma’am. I had to take the southern route due to an accident in the midtown tunnel.”
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