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    Guilty Conscience

     

    Alice shakes her head in disappointment. “Michelle, what are you doing? Why are you doing this to Bette, you know it’s not right…”

     

    “I’m not doing anything to Bette….” Michelle then looks at Tina. “I’m protecting my child from being hurt by Ms. Houdini over here….”

     

    “Kiss my ass, Michelle….” Tina says, voice flat as stone.

     

    Michelle stands at the edge of the brick patio, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Why don’t you bring it over here?” she replies, jaw clenched, “and I’ll decide what I want to do with said ass.”

     

    Tina rolls her eyes and scoffs as she shakes her head. “So pathetic.”

     

    Michelle’s dark eyes narrow to slits, red rims flecked with fury. “What was that?” she hisses.

     

    Tina takes another lazy sip of beer and sets the bottle down on the side table. “I said you’re fucking pathetic. Was that loud enough for you?” Her voice drips with sarcastic sweetness.

     

    Michelle steps forward and points a finger at Tina. “You slithered your way back to town, stole my wife, and now you’re lounging on my patio—and I’m the pathetic one?”

     

    Tina’s lips quirk in a mocking grin. “I didn’t steal anything. Your stupid ass gave her away. And you know what? If you have a problem with me, why don’t you come straight at me instead of putting Bette through this bullshit, you fuckin’ coward? I’m sitting right here, we can hash this shit out whenever and wherever you’d like…” She nods toward the row of budding roses. “And those aren’t your roses, bitch. Bette and the kids planted those…”

     

    “Go fuck yourself, Tina,” Michelle spits, anger vibrating in her voice.

     

    Tina raises her bottle to her lips. “We both know I don’t need to.”

     

    Before Michelle can step forward again, Shane springs up and positions herself between the two women. “Hey. Don’t, Michelle….”

     

    Michelle and Tina’s eyes lock, a heated duel of glances—until the back door swings open. Bette steps onto the threshold, Mickey in her arms. He’s clad in footed pajamas patterned with tiny moons and stars, and his dark curls bounce as he lifts his head to peer at Tina. A delighted giggle bubbles from his lips.

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    1. Well said Carmen, what a bitch

      Does Michelle really think she will make a chance in the court. Bitch.

      Love how Bette calms Tina and shows her unconditional love.

      Thank you so much for the update!

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