“Hmmmm.” Candace moaned, turning over and seeing Bette.

“I thought you’d left.” Candace said and Bette shook her head no,

“I cooked breakfast.” Candace’s eyes lit up, grabbing Bette and tossing her onto the bed, rolling onto her and kissing her.

“You made breakfast? Are you feeling well?” Candace said in jest, touching Bette’s forehead with a giggle.

“I’m fine and the food is getting cold.” Bette said, getting up and
Candace pushed the pillows up and sat up in the bed. Bette placed the
tray on her lap and Candace’s face held a mask of surprise.

“Wow, you can cook!”

“Only for those I care about” Bette said, a hot blush coming to her
cheeks, and Candace said nothing as she dug into the plate, eating like
a woman who hadn’t eaten in days, no, weeks. Bette marveled at how much
she could consume.

“What?” Candace asked between mouthfuls and Bette shrugged, not sure what to say.

“Have you been crying?” Candace asked, breaking off a piece of bacon and feeding it to Bette with little thought.

“No Well yes.” Bette admitted, chewing on the bacon, thinking that was extra sit ups later today.

“Why?” Candace asked, popping a blueberry into her mouth and Bette rolled her eyes, now chewing on the blueberry.

“Just felt like I needed to. I wanted to, I had to.” Candace nodded,
cleaning off the plate but keeping one large strawberry for Bette, who
bit into the juicy fruit and smiled.

“When are you going home? To talk to her?” Candace asked and Bette was taken back.

“Talk to her? To Tina?” Bette asked as if surprised, and Candace nodded in a quiet manner.

“Yes Bette, your wife.” Candace said, swallowing back the word, biting down on it, hating the sound of it from her lips.

“Ex-wife, thank you. Her lawyer made that clear. I don’t think she’s
ever going to want to talk to me.” Bette said and then Candace put the
tray onto the floor, pulling Bette up into her arms, comforting her.

“You are going to talk to her. How is your cheek?” Candace asked and
Bette touched the place where she’d been bitten and said in a soft
voice.