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    Destiny

    "That’s in two weeks!"

    "Yes," Bette said, "you should write it down."

    "Right!" Helena said pulling out her cellphone and saving it on her calendar.

    "Seriously Helena, know your woman or you’re gonna lose her," Bette said.

    "Like you know everything about Tina?"

    "We’ve been together as long as you and Alice, 4 years," Bette said, "I know every single detail of her life."

    Helena sighed. "I guess you’re right," she said turning her wrist to check her watch. Her brow furrowed when she saw that the screen of her watch was cracked and the hands had stopped at 11 o’clock. She tisked and said, "damn, my watch broke, what time is it?"

    "Oh that’s too bad, that’s a gold watch," Bette said turning her wrist, "it’s 9:10."

    "Damn we’re late," Helena said.

    "Helena, James could hold the fort for 10 minutes you know," Bette said shaking her head.

    "I got a meeting with the new artist in five minutes," Helena said, "then I’m booked with meetings all day."

    "Alright but remember, concert is at seven, SEVEN, Helena!"

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    At 7:15 Helena was in the cab barking at the driver to step on it.

    "Aye m’lady," the red-headed driver said in a thick Irish accent. "Where you be goin’ madam?"

    "The music hall," Helena said shaking her leg anxiously.

    "Aye I heard they be havin’ a big concert over there," The driver said, "I think you be late."

    "What the bloody hell are you a pirate? Hurry up man!" Helena growled.

    The driver flinched and pushed harder on the gas petal. "Eh madam?"

    "What!" Helena said with an angry snarl.

    The driver gulped and said, "well if ye be late, maybe you shouldn’t go empty handed?"

    "You’re right, stop by the florist!" Helena said.

    "Here ya are madam," the driver said stopping the car.

    "Now what did Bette say was her favorite?" Helena muttered to herself as she jumped out of the car and into the store. A few seconds later she emerged with a bouquet of dandelions.

    She jumped in the car as the driver said, "we’re almost there madam."

    Helena let out a sigh as the driver headed off again. "Why is love so bloody hard?" Helena said.

    "Love eh madam?" The driver said, "I don’t think it’s as hard as people make it seem."

    "Are you kidding me?" Helena said, "I have a beautiful woman who actually chose me as a partner, and yet I’m so negligent. I forget everything and she gets so mad at me."

    "Well madam, there’s only one piece advice I can give ya then," he said.

    "And what is that?"

    "Appreciate her and what you’ve got," the driver said, "just love her."

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