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    I Fall Behind pt.13

    Previously:

        “Bette, I hope you are aware that Tina Kennard is a
    woman of loose morals, someone who would go to bed with any one who
    could give her money. I hope you were not.. associating with her under
    false assumptions. You cannot have any meaningful relationship with
    her, by virtue of the fact that she makes it into her profession to
    feign love, to feign desire.”

        Feign love, feign desire? Bette felt weak. She had
    to be alone. “Helena, I need to take the day off. I… I just
    remembered I had to do something for Kit. An errand.” Bette noticed
    disconnectedly that her speech sounded wooden and robotic. She
    distantly saw Helena smile warmly, nod and felt her hand on her
    shoulder. “I’m fine,” Bette responded automatically.

        She walked on stilts out the CAC and got into her car. She felt something… at the same time, she was numb.

        When she closed her eyes, she saw Tina smile. When
    she opened them, she saw countless faceless women laughing at her. At
    the frontlines stood Candace, cackling and slapping her knee. 

        She parked on the sidewalk, not caring if she would
    earn a parking ticket. She got out quickly, forgetting to even check
    her side mirror for oncoming cars that might sideswipe her. Instead,
    she got out and slammed the car door.

        What is this? What is it?! Bette wanted to scream
    but knew that couldn’t possibly clear up the confusion and turmoil she
    was feeling. Is this sadness? Grief? Anger? Humiliation? She just
    couldn’t grab hold of any one emotion long enough to examine it. They
    swirled like fallen leaves in a strong wind. Bette gritted her teeth
    and started to walk. She hoped that by stalking around the peaceful
    streets, she would come upon reason unaware and catch it.

        I just want to be somewhere else, she decided. I
    want to be somewhere that I am not myself. I want to lose myself for
    once. I want to be someone else. I want to be no one. With that last
    thought, Bette pocketed her car keys and started to walk.

    *****

        Tina walked into the house she shared with Jenny,
    humming the last song she heard on her car radio. She was smiling and
    bopping her head along with an imaginary beat. She took a quick detour
    to the kitchen, peeked into the refrigerator and saw plastic containers
    of different sizes and shapes piled high in it. She smiled approvingly
    and took one of the smaller ones.

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    Comments

    1. There are very few stories that have such a huge obstacle for our B/T to cross…this one I’m not sure is going to be successful…how can you fight someones past to such a degree as tina’s….interesting times ahead!!!

    2. There are very few stories that have such a huge obstacle for our B/T to cross…this one I’m not sure is going to be successful…how can you fight someones past to such a degree as tina’s….interesting times ahead!!!

    3. Bette is really ill. I’m so sorry for my earlier flippancy. BTW “True Colors” – great song! check out ‘The Body Acoustic’, Cyndi Lauper’s new album. It’s great! Amazon has it (hint). Thanks for moving this story from the surreal to the sublime. Tina as Judy Holiday, the hooker with the heart of gold.

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