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    Il Mare

     

    February 16, 2010

    Dear Ms. Porter,

    I know the house by the shore and I assure you that I did not live there. I don’t know what you are talking about but it says on my calendar that it is 2010. It has been all year and you can ask anyone. Would you like me to give you a calendar? It seems that yours is outdated. By two years.

    Anyway, I would appreciate it if you can forward my mails to me.

    Thank you.

    Tina Kennard

     

    Bette just got off from the construction site and was making her way through the lake house which is now her home. She noticed the flag on the mailbox was up and saw Tina’s reply. She shook her head and proceeded inside the house. She had a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow she plans to do work around the house and finally start the renovation that she had thought of way before she bought the house.

    First on Bette’s list was painting the railings on the pathway leading to the lake house. As she was painting, a beagle walks in the paint and proceeds to go to the house leaving green paw prints behind. Not only were the railings green, there were also green paw prints on the path way leading to the house.

    “Hey! Come back here!” Bette yells before stopping and looking at the paw prints.

    “2010?” Bette whispered to herself. Not believing what she was seeing.

     

    The next day Bette went to the city to meet with her sister. She has not checked in on her sister nor father yet. She wanted to let them know that she was back in town.

    “Kit.” Bette smiled at the sight of her sister. Just as they were parting, their father emerged from the building door and proceeded to walk without acknowledging the two of them.

    “Don’t mind him.” Kit said.

    “He’s still the same old bastard, I see.”

    “Tell me about it. What brings you here?”

    “Do I have to have a reason to see my sister?”

    “Not really but I don’t know where you’ve been hiding nowadays.”

    “Let’s go to a bar and I’ll tell you all about it.” Bette responded.

     

    Bette and Kit were trying to catch up with each other.

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