They could hear Sandrine moaning out loud in the bathroom, exclaiming in French.  They walked arm in arm towards her, laughing slightly.  "Congratulations, Martin.  I’m so happy for you both," Bette said warmly.

"I’m sorry, Bette," Sandrine was saying as she ran her hands over the cool dark stone surface of the bath console. "I seem to have forgotten my boarding school English, and have reverted to my gutter French."

Bette laughed,  responding, "Nice to hear the gutter Fre…"

A computer voice sounded, "Someone is at the door."

"What was that?," Martin and Sandrine exclaimed simultaneously.

Bette walked over to one side of the wall sized mirror, tapping it.  The French couple’s mouths dropped open as Bette eyed the image projected on the screen. 

"Hi Logan," Bette greeted him.  "Hi," Logan responded.  "Dinner tonight? Since Tina will be returning later yet?"

"Oh, thanks for asking!  Why don’t you come in first?" Bette answered. "You can meet a couple of friends who’ve dropped by also."  She buzzed him in, then keyed a code to release the elevator lock, which would allow Logan to take the elevator up to their duplex.

"Amazing, Bette," Martin said, as he and Sandrine looked at one another then at Bette, then at the control panel, whose glass surface blended seamlessly into the mirror.

She shook her head, then hooked her arms into both Sandrine’s and Martin’s, to coax them out of the bathroom.  "Come … meet Logan."

As they walked towards the staircase, Martin asked, "Logan is…?"

"Oh, he’s my brother-in-law, or, um, step-brother-in-law, that is," Bette answered.

"You’re married?," Sandrine asked, completely surprised.  She shot Martin an annoyed look.  Why didn’t you tell me?  I didn’t know, he answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"So, I guess whatever it was…worked out?," Martin asked.  He’d guessed Bette had been deeply troubled by something or someone when they’d been out in the fields.  When she told him that she was leaving, he’d given her some advice, and had also lent her a book.

Bette nodded as they got to the foot of the staircase.  "Yes, and I have to thank you, Martin, for lending me that book.  I still have it."  She kissed his cheek quickly, then walked ahead to greet Logan.

Sandrine gripped Martin’s hand warmly, smiling at him, "Plato?"

He nodded.    They rested their foreheads against each other, and were holding that pose when Bette and Logan walked back towards them, hand-in-hand.