“Tina, you went to TVHS?  Aren’t you guys well known for your sports and academia?…hey Asshole!  Pass or don’t go fucker!”  Bette looked over at Tina and smiled.  “Yea well, some of us were known as the scholar athletes and it was pretty hard to do both.  I personally didn’t like doing both.  I needed to though, not like I was able to go pro and stuff.”  Tina stared at her hand and lifted her legs up, stretching.

“I had hoped I was able to go to a great school and play soccer.  Pro soccer for woman didn’t and hasn’t taken off like it should, so..oh well. I enjoy working and playing like I do, it’s a good balance of what life should be like.  I wouldn’t want to get burned out.”  Tina was being honest, she felt that her life was over with being so much soccer and life with Bette, soccer, and film, well that was perfect.

“If you are happy babe, that is all that matters.”  Bette rubbed Tina’s leg.

“Turn in here babe and you will see my, ah there she is.  My mom, picking flowers at her garden.”  They pulled up to a country house with a gravel driveway that had an old willow tree.  Some grass at the front, but mostly was natures grass/weeds.  Tina’s mom was chasing off a dog pestering her, it was a sight to see.  There was a red tile house, one story, with a modern look of California homes.  It looked well lived and homey.  Tina’s mom was waving at them as they had pulled up.  Her mom was squinting trying to see who was driving.  She had on her gloves and began to walk towards their car.  Bette rolled the window down.

“Hi, we are going to park really quick!” Tina leaned over quickly and her hand had stayed on Bette’s leg.  Tina looked over reassuringly and saying I love you quietly.  “T, just relax.  You are making me nervous!”  Tina gave her a quick peck and hoped out of the car.

“Hi Mom!  So good to see you..oooo”  Tina jumped out and hugged her mom

“Hey Tina, well..your dad as usual is out with the dogs getting some wood to make some new bowls for the family.  A salad set is what you were talking about?”  Tina smiled at her mom as Bette had made her way over.  Bette was right to wear jeans and not slacks.  She thought, ‘shit so much dirt, glad I was casual and not swanky Bette.’  Bette nervously stood next to Tina.