”Babe, don’t insult me. I can keep secrets, especially yours”

”Just in case” Bette said.

”And wait a minute, you have a sister? Why didn’t you tell me? Where is she?”

Bette chuckled. ”Tee, either you want to know about my sister, or about college. You seem to want to know everything at once”

Tina’s cheeks gained color. ”Sorry, I’m just very curious. Go on, baby”

”So um… As I said yesterday at dinner I got transferred from School of Music to Law Department on my sophomore year. I didn’t want to, but my father… He practically shoved me into it, being a lawyer himself he said music is outright foolishness” Bette mimicked her father before pausing for a moment, immersed in thought. ”I never found myself agreeable with Law, I missed classes, fought with Professors. One night I just flew off the handle, went out and got very drunk. All ended with me crashing my friend’s high-priced car and getting arrested for DUI. Shortly after I dropped out, my father dealt with my legal and financial issues, then he gave up on me, then I came to LA. So here I am four years later, pathetic and uneducated.”

”Don’t say that…” Tina whispered, resting her hand on Bette’s cheek and lovingly stroking it with her thumb. ”A person without academic degree can be more enlightened and mature than anyone with the one”

Bette puffed her cheeks and let out a big amount of air, looking unconvinced.

”I don’t understand… Didn’t your father reckon with your wishes? Why didn’t your mother say anything?” Tina asked with concern.

Bette sighed again, shifting so that she lied on her back, looking into the ceiling. ”My mother died when I was an infant” She spoke, not allowing her voice to quiver, as much as it wanted to. Tina didn’t need to see her this weak. Ignoring Tina’s slightly shocked compassionate look, the brunette continued. ”I was raised solely by my father, he has always been like that, overly confident that his beliefs are always most important and most justified, he would always get things done as HE pleases, so fuck others’ lousy wishes!” The brunette threw her arm in the air, fuming a little.

”And your friend, the one, whose car you crashed… How come he or she let you drive? Why not sit behind the wheel of your own car?”