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    Heartbeat – Chapter 9

    Bette placed her hand on the window pane, the glass cool underneath her hand. She looked out the window and saw Tina. She still looks like my Tina, but clearly she’s changed over the years. Can you feel me? Can you feel our connection? Tell me you can. I’m waiting.

    Tina glanced up at her windows. She saw Bette and the one hand pressed against the windowpane as if it was trying to reach out to her. Their eyes made contact. Tina stood with her wine glass still in hand. She lowered it slowly on the table. She glanced quickly at the door and back at Bette who didn’t move from the window.

    Not giving herself any more time to think, Tina ran back in the house and locked the door shut. She took the steps two-at-a time to the second floor and tried to control her breathing and her rapidly beating heart as she stood outside her bedroom door.

    She raised her hand and was about to knock on the door when it opened. Tina stood frozen as Bette stood on the other side. Dozens of images of them fast-forwarded in her mind…images of the first time she saw Bette in the gallery while she was still with Eric, the first time they made love, the first time Bette introduced her to Kit, her friends, Half Moon Bay, kissing Bette in the dining room of Dana’s country club during their “Lara Perkins” mission, the whisperings of “I love you” and promises of forever and of the last time she saw Bette. She shook her head to clear the last image of Bette before she left Los Angeles.

    “Hi,” she whispered.

    “Hi,” Bette replied. She stood in Tina’s room still holding the doorknob, still wearing in the same clothes as before.

    The two women looked at each other with only the sill of the doorway separating them. Bette was taller of the two, but not by much. Both women took in each other like never before. Trying to remember if the eyes were the same color and if the hair were the same shade, maybe gray hair is in some places and a few more wrinkles in other places, but overall they both agreed silently they were the same.

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    Comments

    1. Take the time you need – and write the story you want to write. Hope you’re able to get to it sooner rather than later, but the muse is a fickle friend. There seems to be repeated reference to the time they’ve lost in the last couple of chapters…

    2. What a wonderful chapter. The song choice was perfect but I’d much rather hear Adele sing it than Bob Dylan, I can’t imagine him singing that song it is so beautiful and so rich with her beautiful voice. Take your time and write the story the way you want, we shall be here waiting. Thanks for sharing a lovely story.

    3. I was thinking about nuevodka’s comment during the dance…especially the middle part. Is it confusing trying to figure out who is speaking? I left it that way because either one of them could be saying it and left it up to you to decide. Let me know if I should distinguish it.

    4. yesss that was heartbreaking and sweet at the same time, maybe this time they can forgive and probably never forget but move on to happiness

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