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    Love Soul Heaven Hell – Chapter XX

    The clerk looked closely at Logan, then headed back and brought out a coat that Bette had seen Logan wear previously.  “Yeah, that’s his.  Thanks a lot!”

    She gave him a sizeable tip, and then helped put the coat on Logan.  They walked him out the doors held open by the hotel porter, towards his car which had driven up.

    His driver jumped out, and helped them put him carefully in the car.

    Bette asked, “Do you mind taking us home after we take him to his place?”

    “No, of course not, miss.  I’ll take you both home, of course.”

    With a smile, Bette pulled out her phone to call their car service, and apologized that they were no longer going to need a car ride home, but assured him that they were going to pay for the entire night anyway.

    An hour later, they were finally opening the front door of their duplex.

    “I’m beat, T,” Bette sighed, as she slowly climbed the staircase.  She looked in on Angie, then softly pulled their daughter’s room door shut.  They decided not to wake Christy, who had fallen asleep in the studio, her research papers strewn all over the floor.

    Tina gave Bette a warm smile, “I’ll go make us some tea.”

    As she headed down the stairs again, she turned to Bette and said, “I agree, baby.  I think we should talk about all the art you’ve collected.”

    Bette smiled back at her, “Thanks for making tea.  Yeah … and it’s art that we’ve collected, since your art from before is part of it, too.”

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    Bette took another sip of wine from the glass goblet, as she hooked her toes on a lower rung of the bar stool she was sitting on.

    She and Tina had gone over their art holdings earlier that day, and when Angie and Christy returned from the playdate with Jason, she had played with Angie in the little girl’s room, after she’d been bathed and prepared for the night.

    Tina had retreated to Bette’s office, in the meantime, for a series of video meetings with the production team working on the movie that the studio was making from the script she’d purchased during her trip to LA.  Her last video call was with Rachel Prentice, who Tina had asked to keep Tina updated on everything going on with the movie.

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