“She’s been sleeping with that
woman she met, Cassandra. In Seattle; we’ve both been lying to each other all
this time.” Bette said, clearing her throat, and her head
banging to an unseen drummer. The hang
over doing its dance on her brain, well she deserved it, didn’t she?

“I know.” Candace said, and Bette‘s eyes went wide; Candace opened the door, letting her into her
home. Candace couldn’t help it; she’d harbored that
secret also, even if it was for less than 24 hours, Bette at least deserved to know how she knew.

“You… You know?”
Bette asked, her voice more heated than she’d
have liked it to have been, but she couldn’t help it. She stepped into the house, rubbing her eyes
as she turned and looked at Candace, not sure, how she knew about Tina, it boggled her mind.

Candace closed the door and pushed against it,
not able to meet Bette‘s eyes. She
looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes and trying to find her own voice. Finally, after a few long moments of Bette staring at her coolly, she said in a
sheepish voice.

“She told me, last night. She has no idea that you’ve been doing the
same thing, but just for a lot longer.” Candace said, and Bette swallowed, the anger getting the best of
her.

“Well *****!” Bette yelled, her head splitting as she shouted, she
gripped the sides of her head, and sat down on the couch. Sighing as she did, putting her elbows on her
knees, and cradled her head.

“Bette. I
can’t do this anymore. You need to leave. You said to me it was over, and then you call
me to meet you at a club, with your wife there.
I don’t know what to say to you, how to be with you. This is killing me inside.” Candace said, she’d set her mind to the fact that there was
always going to be a Bette and Tina. No matter
what she did, or how they felt. There
would always be; Bette and Tina.