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    Domino Effect, Chapter 1: Lies

    No reconciliation.
    No forgive and forget, kiss and make up. If forgiveness was to come, it would come on Tina’s terms, in her
    own time, for her own reasons. It would
    serve HER purpose, not Bette’s. It was the
    only thing she was sure of. She picked
    up the phone and dialed the law offices of Barbara Lynch, a prominent ***** civil
    rights attorney in the area. No
    hesitation, no holding back. Tina was
    walking away and starting over.
    Now. Not later, not tomorrow,
    now.

    ~*~*~*~*~*

    Tina arrived at her lawyer’s office at 11:00, walking up two
    flights of stairs to the reception area, with its sturdy chairs and plush
    carpet. The receptionist smiled and
    nodded when Tina walked in, picked up the phone and buzzed Ms. Lynch to let her
    know her client was there.

    By prior arrangement, Bette and her lawyer had already left,
    how much had changed in a week, Tina thought.
    Bette was now doing her bidding, what she wanted her to do. The thought brought a cold smile to Tina’s
    lips.

    Tina had signed the settlement papers and quit claim deed
    last week. The only thing left to do
    was to pick up the check. A cashier’s
    check for $250,000, her lawyer having taken her cut of the money already, it
    was what was left of the settlement.
    Blood money.

    Tina wanted nothing from Bette, not even her signature. The money was not Bette’s, it was hers, half
    the equity in what was once their home, half the appraised value of its
    furnishings. She didn’t want the
    paintings on the wall, the TV in the living room, the bed in the spare room,
    nothing that Bette had offered, nothing but this. Her severance pay for being the good little housewife. Thank goodness they’d never had their dream
    child, because Tina was unsure if she’d have wanted the child after the
    betrayal.

    Tina had walked out with only what was hers and hers alone:
    clothing, jewelry, a few books and paintings.
    She’d already sold the wedding ring. The settlement check would pay for
    a new start – house and furnishings – but it couldn’t begin to pay for the
    pain. The pain that she owned,
    possessed and would conquer, given the time, and the patience.

    Tina sat in the oversized chair, examining her nails,
    blanking her mind to everything except today’s business. She was all cried out over this, the hot
    stinging tears that had flooded over her at Alice’s. Then on the night after her conversation with Oscar, hard sobs
    had left her physically aching. Now she
    just wanted to move on. As briskly as
    possible and with as much steam as she could muster.

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