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My Realization
Bette had not come back from Kit’s office yet, so I excused myself from the group to check on her. As I walked to the back, I discovered that my legs were a bit unsteady, a tell tale sign that my alcohol intake had accomplished its goal for the evening.
I found her sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. Easing the door shut, I stepped in to take a seat next to her.
“I’m sorry, Bette.”
“For what, Tina?” she didn’t lift her head.
“I thought you had told her about him. About them.”
The deep breath I heard her take told me she didn’t know it was me who had let the cat out of the bag.
“I was hoping to avoid causing my sister the same pain and heartache I caused you.”
I didn’t respond to that statement. We were never going to see eye to eye on the issue, but Kit deserved to know the truth, no matter how much pain she suffered.
“I think she’s drinking again.” She said solemnly.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“Do me a favor and check the drawer over there.” She pointed to just behind Kit’s desk.
I stood and lightly treaded over and pulled open the drawer. Sure enough, there was a half bottle of vodka tossed on top of a few files. I gently shut the drawer, looking up at Bette, who was now sitting all the way against the couch, her arms draped on the back, with a knowing smirk.
“Vodka?” She asked me. I could only nod weakly.
She nodded too. And closed her eyes as she slowly shook her head.
“I think everyone is getting out of here. You gonna be okay?” I asked. I was concerned that Bette would likely beat herself up for this.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She opened her eyes, they were kind of watering. “What about you? Do you need a ride?”
I was taken aback by the question.
“What? Why?”
“T, you’ve been drinking. How many did you have, four? Five?”
The truth was, I didn’t know.
“I’m fine, Bette, really.”
“Are you staying at Henry’s tonight?”
The question caught me off guard a bit. I hadn’t planned on it, but I wondered why she wanted to know.
“No. Actually, he’s watching Angie at my house.” I left out the part where I didn’t want him to stay the night.
“Why don’t you let me drive you home, T?”
Any other night, I probably would have put up a fight and insisted on driving myself home despite Bette’s opinion. But I knew she was right, I had definitely had too much to drink for driving to be a wise decision at the moment. And in all honesty, I now looked forward to being a passenger in a car Bette Porter was driving once again. My Bette Porter.
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trecelovinit says
Wishful thinking on my part that you will deviate a little from the show and let them acknowledge their feelings in the car on the way to Tina’s house….please??? PPS
Querida says
I’m so enjoying this story. Love the way you write.
azmama says
Gosh, you feel as if you want to shake them and tell them to forgive each other and get on w/life together.
Dainty says
Hope you will just let them forgive each other already and get back together. And please before they get bck to Tina’s apartment, please let them tell each other they are still in love with each other and kiss and makeup. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Thanks. Just had to get that out.
lucybelly1 says
Love your writing style. Even though the situation is so emotional, I was cracking up at Tina’s inner thoughts. Thanks for filling in what was missing from the show.
didi1956 says
Love your story.More please.
favcouple says
oh man! I just want to sit them down and get them to see what’s infront of them. Thank you. Excellent.