Shane sighed, ”Lisa is going to teach a class about The book and movie Lez Girls,” Shane said holding Bette’s eyes and pouring all the support she could in her look. ”A series of articles will be coming out that will be about the timeliness of this class and the relevance of this book when it came out.”

Bette just stared at Shane as the coffee cup slipped from her hands.

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Insomnia had stolen another night sleep from Bette, as if a billboard on Broadway flashing, GET A LIFE outside her window. She slipped from under the covers glancing at the the clock as she headed downstairs. 3am like clockwork, Bette thought, it seemed like every night on the nose she woke up and could not get back to sleep, though tonight her mind seemed to ruminate about the past.  Moonlight came through the blinds and helped her find her way to her office downstairs. Her laptop sat on top of her desk with the never ending emails that always awaited her.

Bookshelves spread across an entire wall covered with Art History, Museum, Gallery and a few random classic books stacked in each section. Bette had bought so many books over the years, many of which were purchased while she was on vacation with her now ex-wife. She sighed, each book had its own memory, the Louvre Book of course was their Paris trip celebrating their 5th anniversary, the Bargello National Museum the trip Bette visited Tina while she was filming in Florence, the Argentina National Art Gallery another anniversary and so on.  Bette smiled sadly as she looked at the shelves with its gapping holes that once held Tina’s books.

Bette sat at her desk and reached into the side draw pulling out a dusty picture of her and Tina from years ago, way before their daughter Angie had been born. It was just before Tina had moved into Bette’s craftsman home. Tina’s eyes sparkled with anticipation of her new journey she was about to start with Bette, her arm causally wrapped around Bette’s waist. Tina was wearing that damn Yale shirt, where was that shirt, she thought. Tina had said once, she wanted to be buried in it because she wanted to be wrapped in all the happy memories that went with that shirt. There were a lot more to follow, Bette thought to herself. Tina loved that shirt and Bette loved Tina.