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Finding the Light
Four months after the election.
Bette and Shane walked across the street from the paint store to a nearby Starbucks and found an outdoor table. Bette had decided her bedroom needed a makeover. Shane put her head down and sighed. “You wore me out woman. It’s only 10 a.m. and I’m wiped already. It’s too damn early for paint swatches and shit. It’s just a freaking bedroom and bath. How hard can it be to pick gray and beige and white? Too many choices. Pick a shade I say.”
Bette had been laughing and joking the entire morning. This warmed Shane’s heart as the past few months had been very hard for her friend. Shane watched and smiled. Finally, Bette, her best and most trusted friend for as long as she could remember, seemed to be re-emerging. Bette’s light hearted mood and aura of peace and contentment was indeed refreshing and gave Shane hope. Yes, Bette seemed to be coming back.
They talked about anything and everything. In the past few months Bette had finally allowed herself to really grieve the death, the loss, of Kit. And to truly mourn and finally accept the end of her relationship with the love of her life, and the loss of her beloved Tina. Without a doubt the past few months had been very rough. Tina’s engagement had brought so many pushed down emotions to the surface. First, the separation. With no explanation. Followed by the divorce. And still no explanation. No definitive reason. None. Other than irreconcilable differences. Bette had no idea what that even meant. And so she had held out hope that Tina would have a change of heart and return to her. But she had not. And then? And then there was Carrie. The loss of the mayoral election on the heels of Tina’s announcement of her engagement to Carrie was the final Jenga piece that had brought Bette’s world crashing down. And crash it did, taking Bette down with it.
Bette had pretty much kept to herself with only the occasional visitor. Limited phone calls. And no media. This had been a time of great personal reflection. Thinking. Reordering. Healing. And more thinking. And more reordering. And more healing. Shane and Bette’s new friend Maya had been her rocks. Angie had been her constant. Her anchor. Her future. Peggy had been a sounding board. With their collective support and with time, Bette was now eating better, taking daily walks in the hills around her house with Shane’s dog Buddy, practicing yoga and meditation, and journaling. And she had been on a few dinner dates with her new friend Maya. Socializing again. Very good sign. She had also been talking with Peggy about her plans for going back into the gallery business. Talking about the future. Also, a positive sign.